<?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-30642248</id><updated>2011-08-16T09:43:11.419+02:00</updated><category term='Mood'/><title type='text'>SC4RLET LETTERS</title><subtitle type='html'>Sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-5163870797070569285</id><published>2008-07-12T03:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:57:24.477+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mood'/><title type='text'>Quote  of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_at1VckCf6HU/SHp4UIBfZGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jYrJAIHeNp0/s1600-h/poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_at1VckCf6HU/SHp4UIBfZGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jYrJAIHeNp0/s320/poem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222619005035963490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I´m not quite  agree to  this quote, to me at least we´ve been trying but then when everything is stucked than accept it, as it was a gift, a beautiful one from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and love are the most beautiful things thats ever exist with all the troubles and the Joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/30642248-5163870797070569285?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/5163870797070569285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=5163870797070569285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/5163870797070569285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/5163870797070569285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote  of The Day'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_at1VckCf6HU/SHp4UIBfZGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jYrJAIHeNp0/s72-c/poem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-1136330355762926563</id><published>2007-09-25T00:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:06:12.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niat posting ga ditunjang ama ide yg mentok, ga tau kenapa belakangan otak gw gak inovative banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasa emang kalo komputer nyala, music langsung nancep di kuping. Nah dengerin lagu kiriman mantan (“,) dapet ide and tiba2 pengen aja bahas thema lagu ini. KEKASIH GELAPKU, lagu barunya Ungu, gini nih liriknya sekaligus kupasan awam gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku mencintaimu lebih dari apapun&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun tiada satu orangpun yang tahu&lt;br /&gt;Ku mencintaimu sedalam dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun engkau hanya kekasih gelapku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Itu manusiawi, kalo ga didepan mata kayaknya diharap2, krn kekasih terang (lawannya kekasih gelap hehe) kan udah pasti bisa ada kapan aja, malah kadang bikin bosen kaaannn. Lagian dodol ah, namanya kekasih gelap ya mana ada yg tau, kalo ketauan malah apes wekks. Buat kalimat terakhir, njlimet jg ya, meski hanya kekasih gelap, ini yang susah, balik lagi ke awal hubungan ama kekasih terang, emang cinta ato kepaksa ato ada tendensi2 laen. Kadang emang bener sih, kita baru sadar kalo cinta buat kekasih terang itu bukan orang yang tepat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ku tahu ku takkan selalu ada untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Di saat engkau merindukan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Ku tahu ku takkan bisa memberikanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Waktu yang panjang dalam hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yaah ini kan resikonya hal2 gelap,illegal ato terlarang, segalanya harus ngumpet2 lewat back door, udah tau beresiko masih maksa. Tapi mungkin sensasinya itu ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yakinlah bahwa engkau adalah cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Yang kucari selama ini dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Dan hanya padamu ku berikan sisa cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Yang panjang dalam hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Tuh kaann, seperti gw bilang diatas, kadang2 kita mikir bener2 cinta sama kekasih terang, gak taunya ketemu yg laen masih bisa jatuh cinta, berarti gak cukup besar dong ya cinta itu. Tapi laen halnya kalo orang ini punya kelainan, misalnya ada orang yang doyan flirty ato emang mudah jatuh cinta. Lagian bait terakhir ini kayaknya harapan2 wajib di tiap2 pasangan gelap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menurut gw pribadi yang secara manusia biasa, kenapa ya orang2 yg punya kekasih gelap (uhmm g termasuk gak ya ) gak coba nutup mata dan hati sama orang2 yg punya chance dan potensi jadi kekasih gelap. Karna kalo udah masuk ke situasi itu, semua langkah serba salah, mau gak mau belajar jadi pembohong, itu pasti. Contoh kalo pacar gelap mo ngajak date eh pacar terang dah duluan bikin janji, kita pilih ama yg mana? Otomatis harus bohong ke salah satu kann?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korban perasaan sendiri, kadang ga seimbang ama kebahagiaan sesaat. Tuntutan2 dihubungan gelap kadang lebih tinggi daripada hubungan biasa. Contoh lagi, misal kekasih gelap terima telpon dari kekasih terangnya sementara kita disebelahnya, ato sebaliknya deh, mo cemburu?!! gila aja, are you out of your mind?!! gak mungkin kan (apalagi kalo status kekasih gelap itu dah Married). Dan banyak lagi kok contoh2 situasi2 yang lebih tidak menyenangkan dibanding yang menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ya daripada kita punya kekasih gelap, lebih baik ngomong apa yang kita mau dari kekasih terang kita, apa2 yg ada di diri kekasih gelap yg bikin kita terpesona. Azas keterbukaan, tapi apa iya model kekasih terang kita orang yg bisa diajak tuker pikiran ato bisa nerima kritik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgghh...mumet sendiri ah gw, kalo ga cocok kenapa juga gak bubar ya? Tapi mungkin typical kultur kita, dimana hubungan tiap pasangan itu, bukan cuma 2 orang ini tapi juga harus jaga dan pertimbangkan sisi keluarga, healaahhh repoooott.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngomong emang lebih gampang daripada ngelakuinnya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Tapi mungkin ini pembelajaran buat kita2 untuk belajar bersyukur dan berterimakasih, kalo udah punya orang yg sayang, care n cinta ama kita, ngapain coba macem2,belajar nerima kekurangan2 dong ah. Jadi pengen ngutip jargon usang, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lebih baik dicintai, daripada mencintai"&lt;/span&gt; tapiiii lebih indah kalo emang sama2 cinta. Ahahaha, ngakak sendiri gw, preman kok melankolis....malu ama tatto (hadiah permen karet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-1136330355762926563?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/1136330355762926563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=1136330355762926563' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/1136330355762926563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/1136330355762926563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/09/dark-side.html' title='Dark Side'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-138308649951122587</id><published>2007-09-22T23:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:10:55.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrgghhh......akhirnya....lama juga masa hiatus gw, ampir 4 bulan !! (masa hiatus/hibernation beruang kutub aja Cuma 3 bulan) Beberapa sahabat setia masih tetap berkunjung and ninggalin pesen2 yg pas gw baca bikin cengengesan sendiri. Duh appreciate banget yah temans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ya gw sempet menarik diri ? ya karna gak ada yg menarik lagi kyknya hehehe,  gak jg sih bulan2 kemaren gw cuti and ngider ke kampung2 tetangga, total 5 kampung gw ngider. Bener2 gw nikmatin jalan2 kali ini, yg dulu gw ga sempet datengin jadi list tempat wajib dikunjungi, termasuk nonton Can-Can di Moulin Rouge. Yah namanya manusia kan ga tau brapa lama lagi umur kita kan. Selama ada kesempetan ya dimanfaatin, udah gitu menenangkan diri juga setelah ga nyangka ketemu temans virtual yg aneh2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ngomong2 kesempatan, gw kok jadi inget bbrp minggu lalu jg, gw sempet online dengan salah satu mantan (sok banyak ya), seorang sopir udara.  Hubungan kita baek2 aja tnyata setelah bubaran, total jendral kita bubar dah ampir 6 th. Sempet awal2 ketemu lagi via online doi menyinggung2 lagi kemungkinan2 memperbaiki saluran yg mampet J tapi ya sudahlah, itu kalo kita ga menggunakan kesempatan yg ada, kan belon tentu ada lagi toh. Makanya idup gw skrg diusahan gak neko2, tapi susah ya, wong namanya jg manusia biasa (halaahhhh nawar heuheu).&lt;/em&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/30642248-138308649951122587?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/138308649951122587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=138308649951122587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/138308649951122587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/138308649951122587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/09/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-7310457096620540911</id><published>2007-06-01T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:13:56.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Virtual World</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens&lt;br /&gt;We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.&lt;br /&gt;With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat with each other, we type all our woes&lt;br /&gt;Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.&lt;br /&gt;We wait for somebody, to type out our name&lt;br /&gt;We want recognition, but it is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt&lt;br /&gt;In chat messenger we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We do form friendships - but - why we don't know&lt;br /&gt;But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it on screen, we can be so bold&lt;br /&gt;Telling our secrets, that have never been told.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind&lt;br /&gt;With those we can't see, as though we were blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.&lt;br /&gt;We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.&lt;br /&gt;We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must&lt;br /&gt;So we turn to the computer, and to those we can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains&lt;br /&gt;They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Is it the time to go back to the real world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Where we know each other by face, and see the truth through their eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Is it time to say goodbye to my virtual world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333300;"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;thanks for uploading the song theme to andrea "handoyo" bocheng lee, one of many good virtual buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/Rl9IC0vkrxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xl6D3wntN9M/s1600-h/capek.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-7310457096620540911?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/7310457096620540911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=7310457096620540911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/7310457096620540911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/7310457096620540911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-virtual-world-another-night-thought.html' title='My Virtual World'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-446785912358964045</id><published>2007-05-17T01:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:31:51.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Dia Sakit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Sedih Euy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapa sih yg ga sedih kalo yg terkasih sakit, gabisa nemenin, gabisa ditemuin tiap hari, mo pecah kepala rasanya, bingung.....kangen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah berbagai pengobatan gw cobain, tapi dia masih sakit juga...hiksss. Akhirnya ya gini, gw jadi jarang OL krn males ama tuh penyakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop gw sih yg sakit, buntutnya gw ga bisa ngapa2in, sebeeeelll. Bisa sih tapi buntutnya gondok sendiri. Mo pinjem ama orang rumah, mereka jg sibuk smua, laptop pada di kelonin gt sih...ck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gara2 duluuu, jaman gw dirumah belom pake server sendiri, security nya gak ok. Gw dimintain download ID maker programm, berhubung kecepatan gw disini secepat kilat, kira2 540 an per Kbps, jadilah menerima pesanan download dari temen2, molai dari lagu2 ampe kerjaan kantoran mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kena samber virus ga jelas, laptop gw cepet panas, karna ada programm yg jalan tanpa gw tau apa nama processornya, kalo dah kepanasan otomatis comp. cari aman alias mokat. Orang2 dirumah ini kebetulan klotokan ama maenan kayak gini, bolak-balik di install ulang pny gw, gak ilang2. akhirnya mereka nyerah, jalan keluarnya dibikinin account baru (user doang wewenangnya), jadinya account administrator gabisa lama2 dinyalain, kalo gw download sesuatu dari account user, gw harus ganti ke account admnstr buat install-nya arrrggghhhh, kurang sengsara gimana, kayak org cuci muka pake kulit duren, soale kl download pake account admnstr maka programm hantu itu akan aktif hikksss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eehh sekarang nambah lagi, kalo kabel power dicolokin ke listrik trus compt dinyalain, batre ga mo ngisi....(kadang mau kadang ga) al hasil al napsu ajah, online gabisa lama2, cuma jatah ngabisin batre, abis itu musti matiin doloooo biar nge charge batrenya, pan kalo normal mah kalo dicolokin, brati yg dipake listrik yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dooohhh...nasib...mo ganti juga ini blom ada 2 th gw pake, dah gitu mending gw nabung kan emak gw mo besuk...halah kayak di Puskesmas aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudahlah, yaren aja kalo mo meleduk ya meleduklah, dibawa sedih jg ga jamin bisa bener, menghibur diri aja mikirin kunjungan emak......jadi senyum sendiri gw ahahhahaa...emak ih kangeeennnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065316161975593602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RkueNk2ZqoI/AAAAAAAAADs/g7udlO3YWyQ/s320/HPIM0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pemandangan sehari2 dirumah, Jagoan dah angkat tangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-446785912358964045?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/446785912358964045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=446785912358964045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/446785912358964045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/446785912358964045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/05/si-dia-sakit.html' title='Si Dia Sakit'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RkueNk2ZqoI/AAAAAAAAADs/g7udlO3YWyQ/s72-c/HPIM0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-5478257168343681083</id><published>2007-05-07T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:44:03.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down......and Away.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Too many things happened in this past few week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down....and away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know some friends didn´t really leave me, Makasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like my job...that´s what  I can say in tiz moment, but then working permit gw abis akhir May ini hikss, mo ga mao gw harus stay sementara waktu karena gak mungkin gw renew residence and working permit tapi gw gak ada kerjaan tetap, sementara pendidikan gw pan dah selesai February kemaren...ga mood banget tiap brangkat kerja..ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus yang paling parah, yang bikin gw bukan cuma down, mungkin malah udah drown......bukan cuma sekali.....gw dapet mssg ke YM gw and yg satu lagi ke email gw...apa ya salah gw, padahal gw bukan type Flirty dirty..model dirty harry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pertama, dari seorang ce. Tiba2 aja pas gw baru nyalain YM...blink..ada pesen masuk, gak perlu gw sebutin id-nya...dia nanya...”eh kamu yg punya blog sc4rlet ya?”, gw jawab, “heeh, kenapa?”  Dia jawab lagi, Ehmm.....cuma mo nanya, kamu ada hubungan apa sama Pardjo (nama disamarkan, seorang bloger yg memang sering ngobrol ma gw), gw bilang “Ga da apa2 tuh cuma temen aja, kenal jg dari Blog, emang kenapa?”......dst. percakapan garing banget makanya gw langsung pamit mo pegi, pas gw konfirmasi ama "temen" gw itu, ga da jawaban dan dia hilang ditelan segerombolan blogs, ilang jg mood gw OL hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang kedua, ini bener2 bikin gw ngurut jidat, Emang sih gw pernah dapet sms dari mantan, yang udah 2 th lebih gak ada kontak, dia ngabarin kalo temen kita meninggal, gw reply nanya sebab2 meninggalnya kenapa, dia bilang entar dijelasin lewat email aja. Udah sebulan kok gw gak dapet kabar, makanya gw email lah dia dan nagih penjelasan dia. Healaaaaahhhhh, asli gw melonjak...bukan kegirangan tapi jantungan, yang bales email dia malah bini-nya, antara kaget ama geli trus kesel juga. Mo tau isinya?  Dia bilang, saya ini istrinya W (sumpah gw gatau kalo mantan gw ini dah nikah...aslllliiiii) and tolong jangan ganggu suami saya, tolong jangan kontak dalam bentuk apapun.....jijaay banget !!  Lah isi email gw aja ga ada pembukaan nanya2 kabar dia dll, singkat padat cuma nanya soal temen gw yg meninggal itu. Ya gw jawablah. Gw jelasin kalo gw itu nanya soal temen kita yg meninggal, gw jadi kebawa kampungan ampe nyolot, suruh gw baca ulang isi email gw itu kyk apa, lagian gw itu di sms duluan ama mantan gw dan dia janji email gw jelasin dst.....ahhhhh, setelah g send itu jawaban email, gw nyesel sendiri, ngapain gw ngeladenin yang kayak gt......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada lagi seorang teman, udah beberapa hari laptop gw ga puguh, kena serangan apaan gw ga tau, matek2 mulu, tiba2 seseorang, lagi2 teman blog, menyapa lewat YM, gw boro2 bisa jawab, musti restart2 bbrp kali, eh pas sudah posisi aman, gw reply smua messages yang masuk tadi, lah waktu gw reply dia langsung off trus nyala lagi, ihhhhh ngambek, udah gw jelasin kalo komp gw bermasalah......jadi males gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo aja gak ada temen2 yang bisa bikin kepala gw up again.....yang masih care ngirim email and ninggalin pesen2 walopun gw hibernation alias hiatus...ampir aja gw tinggalin blog ini, capek aja deh ngeladenin orang aneh2, toh gw nulis di blog ini cuma ngluarin uneg2, bukannya cari jodoh, cari musuh ato minta di kasihani..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah....ntar mood gw swing again....&lt;/em&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/30642248-5478257168343681083?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/5478257168343681083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=5478257168343681083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/5478257168343681083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/5478257168343681083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/05/up-and-downand-away.html' title='Up and Down......and Away.....'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-2487197542775869960</id><published>2007-03-29T18:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:46:38.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus Wah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takjub ihhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaget2 seneng sih, soalnya temen adek gue ada yang mo maen kesini, dalam rangka bonus perusahaan, doi kerja di Asuransi Prudential trus hit target and dpt bonus jalan2 ke Eropa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang bikin gue kaget, karena yg brangkat dr indonesia itu 500 orang wekkksss !!! belom apa2, 200 org dari 500 itu, over target jadi boleh bawa pasangan whoaahh, belommm....belommmm...50 org lagi, kyknya double target, jadi selaen bawa pasangan, boleh bawa 1 org lagi, misal emak, bapak ato engkongnya Gubrakkkkk!!! Itu yg bikin gua ampe tercengang2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak tau yang mo gue bahas apa, kepikiran jg, segitu besarkah minat rakyat Indonesia saat ini akan asuransi? Apa karena biaya skolah buat anak itu makin mahal aja, ato mikir mereka masa tua tapi pensiun ga mencukupi, mao usaha apa jg bingung, soalnya sektor2 tertentu udah dikuasai oleh orang2 berpangkat dan berpengaruh. Duh sedih ya...orang mikirin masa tua ga tenang gitu, penuh kekhawatiran. Kapan ya kondisi Indonesia berubah jadi “agak” lebih baik, rakyat bisa hidup dengan standard manusiawi, ga pusing ama biaya anak skolah, mikirin rumah dan cicilan, berebut lapangan kerja ughhh gemes, tp gue bisa apa coba? Hiksss..bisa berdoa aja kali ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi intinya ya gue seneng lah, bisa pesen barang2 aneh dr kampung, diantara titipan gue ya minta trasi ahahhaa nyambeeelll...nyammmbeellll...eh lupa pesen pete...waaaaaaaaaa..&lt;/em&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/30642248-2487197542775869960?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/2487197542775869960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=2487197542775869960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/2487197542775869960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/2487197542775869960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/03/bonus-wah.html' title='Bonus Wah'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-3476453860612864501</id><published>2007-03-27T18:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:01:02.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ghhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadinya gue mo ngerjain sesuatu. Sambil nyari2 lagu buat nemenin kerja, tiba2 lagi milih2 lagu di Folder Fave Song gue, gatau knp lsg play lagu-nya Reza “Cinta Kita” dah lama juga gue gak dengerin lagu ini sejak iPod gue ngadat, akhirnya gue brenti kerja malah nyimak baek2 tuh lagu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok gue jadi sensi ya, keknya ga da hubungan ama &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/premenstrual-syndrome/DS00134"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; gue, cuma tiba2 kangen ama seseorang, tepatnya kangen ngobrol sama seseorang, I mean ngobrol sperti dulu, curhat soal kluarga, kerjaan, temen yg rese, ngomong gila, bcanda gendeng and soal apa aja, kadang ampe pagi kadang ampe besoknya lagi, sambil watched each others expression, feels like talk face to face......even finally we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue gak tau, lagu ini mustinya buat gue apa buat dia. Mungkin gue juga yg messy up through my paranoid syndrome, mungkin dia juga yg gak jelas tujuannya apa, so much worries. Even we still talk sometimes, everything wasnt the same again, like 2 people just met, there are boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Selalu kau tanyakan cinta ku yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;dulu dengan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau risaukan, lupakan semua yang telah usai&lt;br /&gt;Kumengerti yang kau rasakan&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah akan cinta kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref.&lt;br /&gt;Cintai diriku seperti aku mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Sepenuh jiwaku jangan pernah ada tersimpan prasangka&lt;br /&gt;Dipelukmu, kusandarkan sluruh hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Dan takkan terbagi percayalah cinta ku hanya untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masihkah kau merasa apa yang ku beri tak sejujurnya&lt;br /&gt;Hm... masih kah kau merasa cinta kita ini tak selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah kau meragukan, ketulusan hasrat cinta kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Reff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masihkah kau merasa.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Seems part yang cocok buat gue ada dibagian Refrains.... Cintai diriku seperti aku mencintaimu, sepenuh jiwaku............., is it too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/30642248-3476453860612864501?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3476453860612864501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=3476453860612864501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/3476453860612864501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/3476453860612864501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/03/was-ours.html' title='Was Ours'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-670269707453706032</id><published>2007-03-25T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:47:01.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pergantian Waktu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Nyebelin acchhhh....kerjaan dua kali setaun (pas masuk winter n pas mulai summer), ganti2in jam huhu. Semalam jam 2 pagi itu tepatnya 25.3.2007 pukul 02.00 am, official pergantian waktu, jadi semua jam dimajuin sejam. Ngerepotin kan? Tau sendiri ada berapa buah jam dalam satu rumah? Bbrp jam tangan, jam dinding, hand phone, kompor, oven dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantesan tadi pagi nungguin Balap motor GP kok udah molai, ternyata jam di TV ama jam dinding beda sejam, ternyata liat koran kemaren ada pemberitahuan pergantian waktu lagi (udah masuk waktu summer), maap aja deh ga baca koran soalnya kemaren nemu kacang kulit Garuda, trus korannya buat alas sampah kulitnya hehe. Untung aja kalo mo liat Mas Rossi balap kan ada 125cc ama 250cc dulu, jadi ga telat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue dah pernah posting lengkap sih soal pergantian waktu GMT (Greenwich Mean Time), dinamain Greenwich karena pada saat di bicarakan soal pergantian waktu diadain di kota ini, kalo gasalah di sebuah kota sekitaran London, England. Dan gue kebagian jatah GMT+1. Berbahagialah yg gaperlu ganti2 dan muter2 jam. Menurut hikayat, sejarah pergantian jam ini adalah gagasan Oom Hitler, entar deh gue cari tau kebenarannya (kalo ga lupa ato males).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-670269707453706032?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/670269707453706032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=670269707453706032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/670269707453706032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/670269707453706032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/03/pergantian-waktu.html' title='Pergantian Waktu'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-6445796895102664960</id><published>2007-03-25T09:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:19:43.369+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RgYiIdA67nI/AAAAAAAAADg/7P0w3eijdp8/s1600-h/Sorry+in+japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045757961138007666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RgYiIdA67nI/AAAAAAAAADg/7P0w3eijdp8/s320/Sorry+in+japan.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sebenernya mo posting sesuatu, tapi kemaren gi ngrumpi ma &lt;a href="http://wi-unga.blogspot.com/"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/a&gt;, tau2 ada kata aishiteru waktu &lt;a href="http://wi-unga.blogspot.com/"&gt;pumpkin &lt;/a&gt;cerita sesuatu. Tiba2 aja langsung inget (yg ini gak pake terhenyak), duluuuuu jaman gue muda, gue suka banget lagu Amayadori, biasa deh langsung googling lyric lagu2nya Mayumi Itsuwa....halaahh setelah gue dapet skaligus terjemahannya, ternyata lyricnya itu ampir semua tentang kisah cinta gak happy ending atawa kasih tak sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal cinta...gak ada definisi yang pasti kayaknya buat kata itu, penuh rahasia, magis dan mysteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwe, gue kok malah tertarik sama terjemahan lagu Kokoro No Tomo (Teman(kekasih) Hati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anata kara kurushimi ubaeta sono toki ( kala itu mampu kulepaskan kesedihan dari hatimu)&lt;br /&gt;watashinimo ikite yuku yuki ga waite kuru ( semangatku pun bergelora menapaki jalan hidup ini )&lt;br /&gt;Anata to de au made wa kodoku na susurai bito ( sebelum bersama denganmu,kesepian aku berkelana)&lt;br /&gt;Sonote no nukumori o kanji sasete ( biar kurasakan hangatnya jemarimu )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai wa itsumo rarabai (cinta selalu meninabobokan)&lt;br /&gt;Tabini tsukareta toki ( tatkala lelah dalam perjalanan )&lt;br /&gt;Tada kokorono tomoto, watashi o yonde (ingatlah diriku sebagai teman hati )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinjiau kokoro sae dokaka ni wasurete (bahkan hati yang percaya terlupa entah dimana)&lt;br /&gt;Hito wa naze sugita hi no shiawase o ikareru ( mengapa orang-orang mengejar kebahagiaan yang telah berlalu )&lt;br /&gt;Shizuka ni mabutta tojite kokorono doa o hiraki (pejamkankan matamu perlahan dan singkaplah jendela hatimu )&lt;br /&gt;Watashi o tsukandara namida fuite ( raih tanganku dan usaplah air matamu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai wa itsumo rarabai (cinta selalu menina bobokan)&lt;br /&gt;Anatawa yowai toki (manakala engkau lemah )&lt;br /&gt;Tada kokorono to moto,watashi o yonde ( Ingatlah diriku sebagai teman hati )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rarabai (lullaby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, love is lullaby, with billion sweetest dreams just untill you wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; In the real life, love seems not as great as we thought but that is the true love. And when someone asked me a question, how about people ´s you know from cyber world? do they lullaby or true....my answer is....maybe there´s a true one in a million :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;wooooaahhhh another crappppp posting LOL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/30642248-6445796895102664960?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/6445796895102664960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=6445796895102664960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/6445796895102664960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/6445796895102664960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-is-lullaby.html' title='Love Is Lullaby'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RgYiIdA67nI/AAAAAAAAADg/7P0w3eijdp8/s72-c/Sorry+in+japan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-2557363931682947665</id><published>2007-03-05T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:40:43.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RexszDwV_wI/AAAAAAAAADI/noM7At5fH2g/s1600-h/thedevil_tarot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038521707557945090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RexszDwV_wI/AAAAAAAAADI/noM7At5fH2g/s320/thedevil_tarot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gak da yg spesial sih, balik ke kerjaan lama. Cuma ya itu temen2 kerja gue orang baru smua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior gue namanya Judith, trus temen g Birgitta, Ulrike, Getrude ama atu lagi cowo orang inggris (tp gue ragukan soalnya dialeknya ngaco ahaha) chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari pertama balik gawe, gue lagi kena Flu berat, gak asyik banget deh, mana kebagian pegang 2 kelas langsung uhuk2…dengan cueknya abis jam makan siang gue pamit pulang ahahahhaa….gaya banget yak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang paling menyebalkan hari ini adalah 3 musketeers, si michaelo anak Itali, Fatih anak Turki ama Simon orang Jerman, badungnya minta ampuunn. Gue geret aja kepojokan, hukum ngadep tembok 10 menit. Yang parah hihiihi…ada satu anak ketinggalan di taman pas outing program ahahahhaha, itu ya, kalo si anak itu ngadu ama emaknya udah dehhh…siap2 jobless kita2. Gara2 senior gue ama si Chris itu ga nahan diri pengen ngerokok, dasarrrr…mending kyk gue nunggu weekend trus pegi nge hookah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya gue gak terlalu betah deh balik kerjaan ini, deal sama anak2, yg notabenenya anak2 bule jarang yg sopan ahahhaa…mendingan deal ama yg dewasa huhuiiiii, doa kan lah…dpt pelabuhan gawean yg baru yg gue idam2kan.&lt;/em&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/30642248-2557363931682947665?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/2557363931682947665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=2557363931682947665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/2557363931682947665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/2557363931682947665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RexszDwV_wI/AAAAAAAAADI/noM7At5fH2g/s72-c/thedevil_tarot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-6084965472008494216</id><published>2007-03-02T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:00:49.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear best friend Tatha..., temen SMA gue, yang selalu ada buat gue in a bad time and good time. Gak peduli brapa jauh jarak antara kita ( jieeeee )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari ini gue terima imel dari dia, gue asli terharu...walopun kita beda keyakinan, kita ga pernah jadiin itu masalah besar, kadang gue kutipin hadist2 dari Al Quran, waktu dia curhat saat dia mentok pny masalah, gitu juga sebaliknya, buat kita smua religion bin agama adalah sama-sama mengajarkan kebaikan, kembali&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;lagi gimana manusianya ajah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baca deh imel Tatha...gue jadi inget postingan sebelom ini,  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear R***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue cuma mo ngirim cerita ini aja buat elo...&lt;br /&gt;Gara2 waktu gue baca ini, gue inget Quote-loe "Why does it always rain on me"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 02 Mar 2007 08:52:39 +0700&lt;br /&gt;Subject: MENSYUKURI SEGALA MUSIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judul:&lt;br /&gt;MENSYUKURI SEGALA MUSIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam Pengkhotbah 3:1-8, Salomo menyadari akan adanya siklus&lt;br /&gt;kehidupan. Ia berkata bahwa ada waktu untuk menanam dan untuk menuai,&lt;br /&gt;ada waktu untuk menangis dan untuk tertawa, ada waktu untuk meratap&lt;br /&gt;dan untuk menari, ada waktu untuk memeluk dan untuk menahan diri dari&lt;br /&gt;memeluk, ada waktu untuk berdiam diri dan untuk bicara, ada waktu&lt;br /&gt;mengasihi untuk dan untuk membenci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama seperti Allah yang menentukan cuaca, Dia juga mengatur siklus&lt;br /&gt;kehidupan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Untuk segala sesuatu ada masanya, untuk apa pun di bawah&lt;br /&gt;langit ada waktunya"&lt;/strong&gt; (Pengkhotbah 3:1). Apakah kita akan menolak&lt;br /&gt;semua musim dan mengeluhkan kondisi "bersalju" di cakrawala? Atau&lt;br /&gt;kita percaya kepada Allah apa pun yang Dia rencanakan bagi kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa pun situasi kita saat ini, kita dapat bersyukur atas semua&lt;br /&gt;musim-Nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARIPADA BERDOA AGAR KEADAAN BERUBAH&lt;br /&gt;LEBIH BAIK BERDOA AGAR ADA HATI YANG BERUBAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037462517083143906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/ReipeDwV_uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/x6-LfwMVO6Q/s320/tha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-6084965472008494216?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/6084965472008494216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=6084965472008494216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/6084965472008494216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/6084965472008494216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/03/4-seasons.html' title='4 Seasons'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/ReipeDwV_uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/x6-LfwMVO6Q/s72-c/tha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-5749407616582132625</id><published>2007-03-02T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:21:06.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Padahal, gue baru aja mo posting kabar gembira sekaligus menyebalkan, bukan ga bersyukur sih...eh mungkin krn g gak bersyukur kali ya makanya gue begini hikss hikss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabo kemaren, kelar juga pendidikan gue, yg awalnya gue berpikir gak kuat ampe semester ini. Trus awal taun maren, boss gue nelpon minta gue balik lagi kerja bulan juni besok, which is 3 bulanan lagi kannn...seneng jg sih, gue ga repot2 cari kerjaan baru, dah gitu dah siap mental krn medan tempur dah gue kuasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ndak tau nya huhuhu....pas gue lagi pesta lulus2an, si boss tilpun lagi, minta g kerja molai senen besok....hwaaaa....hwaaaa....duh Tuhan maapin daku ya...plisss. Bukan gak bersyukur, tapi kebayang ga sih, gue semester terakhir kemaren ga ada libur, full senen ampe jumat jadwalnya (cuma libur Natal aja 5 hari), sblm lulus2an gue dah nglamun sambil cengengesan, mo jalan2, mo rapih2 apartment, mo fitness, mo nengokin temen2. Apalagi salah satu negara tujuan dari bbrp planning, gue dah booking ticketnya huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh gue hari ini kena sentil ama yg di Atas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara gue ilang !!! boro2 ngomong, siul2 aja ga ada bunyinya, demam gak, pilek gak, flu kagak...tau2 radang tenggorokan gini modelnya...ck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai aja gue bisa mensyukuri..mustinya gue sujud syukur lah, sementara sebagian temen disini cari kerja ampe kian kemari, dan gue malah yg di kejar2, kalo balik gawe lebih cepet berarti lebih beruntung, ga bengong, ga macem2, ga sering2 nge hookah hihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya buat yg belon disentil, coba deh bersyukur dari hal2 yg paling kecil, make your life blessed.&lt;/em&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/30642248-5749407616582132625?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/5749407616582132625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=5749407616582132625' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/5749407616582132625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/5749407616582132625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/03/grace-your-life.html' title='Grace your life'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-25663959738175736</id><published>2007-02-28T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T10:03:39.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Garing..............(Gara-Gara Tulang Kering)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/ReVAkXUFR9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/v1QrAewRHrI/s1600-h/HPIM0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036502751761483730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/ReVAkXUFR9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/v1QrAewRHrI/s320/HPIM0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fresh from The Oven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iya nih...kenapa ya ga da postingan baru.  Ampe dapet komplen dr &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashiraday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bandar virus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, blog g lagi garing huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bener sih, garing (gara-gara tulang kering), kemaren manjat2 tangga mo ambil sesuatu dr atas lemari, eh gubrak…biru2 deh. Dah gitu ada yg nyuruh ke dokter pulak, mosok memar aja ke dokter, ntar cuma dielus2 aja trus diketawain. Ada tiga tempat sih memarnya, di pergelangan kaki, tulang kering, and samping dengkul, gak bisa pake rok dong ya ( gak ngaruh, seumur2 g pake rok cuma pas lebaran ama wkt jalan2 jauh dr rumah biar gada yg liat )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yawda, doain betis kesebelasan g cepet sembuh, biar bisa mulai olah raga jumat besok. Eh eh g sekarang membernya fitness centre ahahhaha, ga jelas apa tujuannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/30642248-25663959738175736?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/25663959738175736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=25663959738175736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/25663959738175736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/25663959738175736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/02/garinggara-gara-tulang-kering.html' title='Garing..............(Gara-Gara Tulang Kering)'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/ReVAkXUFR9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/v1QrAewRHrI/s72-c/HPIM0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-7270861386576057440</id><published>2007-02-18T02:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:29:33.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/Rdezdt_-E5I/AAAAAAAAABI/QOWhAgZ1hEU/s1600-h/scarle2t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032688431755301778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/Rdezdt_-E5I/AAAAAAAAABI/QOWhAgZ1hEU/s320/scarle2t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;All About Eve 2nd Album Cover “Scarlet and Other Story”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuma gara2 di puji &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jevuska-etalase.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; kalo pic attachment gue di posting sblm ini bagus eh poemnya jg kan (maksa bener).....tiba2 pengen bikin sedikit resensi sambil nunggu ngantuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar itu adalah cover album dari group musik “&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/ar-312515-bio--All-About-Eve"&gt;All About Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;” asal Britain taun 80´an, alirannya goth rock dipengaruhi sedikit folk-rock and beberapa lagunya bernuansa hippiedom and white-magic mysticism. Anggotanya ganti2 terus sih tapi band itu dimotorin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/ar-312515-bio--All-About-Eve"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julianne Regan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album pertamanya release taun 1988 titlenya “Martha´s Harbour” nahhhhh...gambar yg gue pajang itu berasal dari album kedua-nya, di release setaun kmudian yg titlenya “With Scarlet (Sc4rlet and Other Stories)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple aja sebenernya kenapa gue suka gambar itu...karna ada “sc4rlet” nya wohohoo...makin ga mutu banget ya postingan gue, ketauan deh sisi sentimentil gue...whatever deh...tapi since gue baca novel Scarlet Letter trus nonton pelemnya (ga nyambung sih antara novel ama filmnya)...uhmm gak tau ya...Film itu ..ahhh gimana ya...ya gitu deh ahahha mending nonton aja kali ya sendiri..its about woman´s sacrifation of love..jieeee...tambah norak kan gue ahahahha.....dah sana buru2 nonton, mumpung dvd bajakan belom dilarang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032694294385660882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/Rde4y9_-E9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/G4QjLQ6zHA0/s320/scarlet_letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Scarlet Letter´s Film Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032690553469146034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/Rde1ZN_-E7I/AAAAAAAAABY/8WLz5b5BsnA/s200/allbouteve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;All About Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-7270861386576057440?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/7270861386576057440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=7270861386576057440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/7270861386576057440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/7270861386576057440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-about-eve.html' title='All About Eve'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/Rdezdt_-E5I/AAAAAAAAABI/QOWhAgZ1hEU/s72-c/scarle2t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-6351771453449991657</id><published>2007-02-17T08:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:20:23.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Night´s Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032399127053210498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RdasV9_-E4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/AJVdGvbFG90/s200/scarlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;How long the cries of heartache&lt;br /&gt;Echo in the darkest night,&lt;br /&gt;Is there sweet relief for us&lt;br /&gt;With no end of grief in sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hurting, lost without a friend&lt;br /&gt;Where do they weep today,&lt;br /&gt;Confused by life rejection&lt;br /&gt;What could they like to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender hearts bear painful scars&lt;br /&gt;But God preserves the tears,&lt;br /&gt;Recording every whimper&lt;br /&gt;Pouring from their fears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they see through darkest windows&lt;br /&gt;With much anguish that is born,&lt;br /&gt;But, this ocean full of weeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Will never spill on heaven´s door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-6351771453449991657?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/6351771453449991657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=6351771453449991657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/6351771453449991657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/6351771453449991657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/02/nights-inspiration.html' title='Night´s Inspiration'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RdasV9_-E4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/AJVdGvbFG90/s72-c/scarlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-4622561191423071563</id><published>2007-02-15T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:53:17.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hookah !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RdO3N9_-E2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gE7eUaNjQFc/s1600-h/hookah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031566659312030562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RdO3N9_-E2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gE7eUaNjQFc/s200/hookah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Lupa nama cafe nya apaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Kemaren gue bolos skola hihihi.....rencana mo blajar krn jumat ada Test, tapi yang namaya rencana tinggal rencana, yang ada gue ngider2 kota ga jelas. ( skrg begadang bayar utang blajar) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoke ampe kehausan krn ngider2, akhirnya nemu satu cafe, punya orang mesir, tadinya cuma mo ngopi or nge teh, gak aneh ya? Belom...disitu ternyata disediain hookah ato water pipe ato orang egypt sendiri bilangnya shisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iseng2, gue tanya..”boleh ga gue coba?” (soale waktu gue ke mesir pas di alexandria/iskandariah ga kesampean) eh ternyata dia nyodorin menunya, bisa tembako ato buah2an, gue cari yg aman aja, gue pilih rasa apel ahahhaha, kebayang ga sih ngerokok aroma apel gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak sampe 5 menit dia dateng bawa teh, sama hookah itu tadi....bentuknya spt di photo deh, caranya ya...areng/coal nya itu dari apel yg dipanggang, potongan apel yg membara ditaro di bagian atas hookah yang dialasin alumunium foil and dibolong2in, abis gitu dia kasih plastik (kyk sedotan tp lebar) khusus buat cover pipa yg ke mulut kita2, soalnya kan alatnya dipake sapa aja, abis gt kita hirup lah seperti orang ngerokok...lucu jg sih rasanya..udah gt brisik suara aer didalem tabung yg bergelembung2 krn kita hirup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya enak juga kok, ngerokok tapi ga bau, malah baju ampe rambut beraroma apel eh tapi ga tau juga kalo kira pilih coalnya itu tembako murni ato mixed fruit, besok2 kalo kesana lagi gue mo tanya ada yg rasa duren ga? trus gue ngunyah karet gelang deh kan berasa makan dodol duren, Yuhuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak krasa ampir 2 jam lebih asyik masyuk menghirup hookah....oh ya ada resep khusus ngerokok hookah, ternyata asepnya itu jangan di telen spt org ngerokok tp langsung dikluarin lagi lewat mulut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta lavista Hookah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031567032974185330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RdO3jt_-E3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/I-6LGR5UMLQ/s200/hookah+ori.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Hookah Action di Mesir bin Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-4622561191423071563?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/4622561191423071563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=4622561191423071563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/4622561191423071563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/4622561191423071563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/02/hookah.html' title='Hookah !!'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RdO3N9_-E2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gE7eUaNjQFc/s72-c/hookah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-8481932351014348554</id><published>2007-02-09T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:42:47.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RcxCad_-E1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/1v0D0ZcXn8M/s1600-h/obama_barack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029467906362970962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RcxCad_-E1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/1v0D0ZcXn8M/s200/obama_barack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a chat with beloved_one, we talked about my previous posted (Give These Idiots a Break!!!!) about an US Senator for Illionis and Chicago, then he said, he ever heard that this obama ever lived in Indonesia when he was a l´il boy, I gained more information about this guy “Barack Obama”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this obama had spent his chilhood in indonesia for 4 years, thats the thing which attract my attention, better look at the reference, I´ve compiled below (more like his Biography),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA, Barack, a Senator from Illinois; born in Honolulu, Hawaii, August 4, 1961; obtained early education in Jakarta, Indonesia, and Hawaii; continued education at Occidental College, Los Angeles, Calif., and Columbia University, New York City; studied law at Harvard University, where he became the first African American president of the Harvard Law Review, and received J.D. in 1992; lecturer on constitutional law, University of Chicago; member, Illinois State senate 1997-2004; elected as a Democrat to the U.S. Senate in 2004 for term beginning January 3, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama's parents, Ann Dunham and Barack Obama Sr., met and married in Honolulu _ a white woman from the mainland and a black man from Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that marriage failed, Obama, at age 6, left Hawaii to live for four years in Indonesia with his mother and Indonesian stepfather, Lolo Soetoro. In 1971, she sent Obama, then 10, back to Hawaii to be with his maternal grandparents mostly because she wanted him to receive his education at Punahou, which boasts of a rigorous high school curriculum (is that mean indonesian curriculum worst LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is especially proud of being a husband and father of two daughters, Malia, 8 and Sasha, 4. Obama and his wife, Michelle, married in 1992 and live on Chicago ’s South Side where they attend Trinity United Church of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That´s all folks....I satisfied with what I found and feed my curriousity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-8481932351014348554?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/8481932351014348554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=8481932351014348554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/8481932351014348554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/8481932351014348554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/02/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News !!'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_at1VckCf6HU/RcxCad_-E1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/1v0D0ZcXn8M/s72-c/obama_barack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-117096615935513425</id><published>2007-02-08T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:38:58.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Give These Idiots a Break!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An email came to my inbox, a friend of mine sent me this, after having a good read, I cant handle myself from gigling...I thought its nice to share.....find bellow the email;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chicago, Illinois, radio station recently conducted a live survey on a man called Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: Do you think Barack Obama is a dangerous terrorist?&lt;br /&gt;Calls flooded to the radio station and the listeners unanimously, and assertively, agreed that Barack Obama was a dangerous terrorist and that the US military should relentlessly track him down until he was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: Which country is Mr Obama the President of? Is it Sudan, Algeria, Egypt or Saudi Arabia?&lt;br /&gt;Most listeners confidently replied one of these countries, with a majority opting for Algeria. Obviously, the term Islamist was born in Algeria. So where else could Barack Obama be living other than in Algeria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turns out that Barack Obama is the US Senator for Illinois and Chicago (where the survey was conducted) is a large city in the state of Illinois (in fact, it is one of the largest cities in the United States). So if these wise and powerful Americans do not even know who their own Senator is and consider him as a dangerous terrorist, why are we expecting them to understand what is happening in Iraq or Palestine, or anywhere else for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give them a break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-117096615935513425?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/117096615935513425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=117096615935513425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/117096615935513425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/117096615935513425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/02/give-these-idiots-break.html' title='Give These Idiots a Break!!!!'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-117065803353115799</id><published>2007-02-05T07:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:54:03.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops I did it again.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/1600/535552/shrek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/200/207421/shrek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tumben gue bingung mo ngomong apa..... biasanya otak and jari2 lancar2 aja kalo lagi punya ide pengen posting sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwe gue cuma mo cerita aja, gue melakukan kesalahan kemaren malem, kesalahan yang pernah gue lakuin beberapa waktu yang lalu....sesuatu yang gue tau itu salah tapi tetep aja godaan untuk melakukan lebih besar, kesalahan yang gue ga sesali, jadi apa dong kalo gitu. Arghhh.....bingung. Gapapa deh, Orang kan belajar dari kesalahan toh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m just human being though.....gue bukan green creature or ogre called shrek or shrik (coz am a woman) who lives in muddy swamp...but most people have lived in a muddy (not in the real Mud of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-117065803353115799?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/117065803353115799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=117065803353115799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/117065803353115799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/117065803353115799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/02/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I did it again.......'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-117031322625317611</id><published>2007-02-01T07:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:04:50.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahai lelaki...apa sih maumu?!!  (part 2,The End)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semalem abis maem tiba2 ngantuk berat, padahal niat nerusin crita, sebelom ilang mood, pagi2 gue terusin aja deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah gitu deh…abis baca sms itu, gue sampe ambil napas dalem2, gak ngarti sama sekali apa sih maunya ini laki2. perasaan ada lagu dangdut tp ga inget sapa yang nyanyi…kalo ga salah bait reffreinnya “….kau yang mulai, kau yang mengakhiri, kau yang berjanji kau yang mengingkari….“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi inget hubungan gue terakhir sblm jaman kang kabayan, dia yang kirim2 message ke FS gue, dia yang yakinin gue kalo keraguan gue krn jarak, krn ini, krn itu not a big deal..dia yang udah boongin gue banyak kali dan sll gue maafin, gue yang udah bela2in nyebrang langit, tau2 dia ngilang tanpa kabar…yang pas gue sms dia malah bilang, you start annoying me… halaahhh plis dehhh…gue ini sapa gitu lho, kalo ada kabarnya jg ngapain gue sms, padahal brapa susahnya ngomong dia mo apa…mana jg gue tau maunya dia kaaann?! …udah ah, vergisst es :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik lagi crita fans gue, oh iya sehari sblm dia ngomong itu sbnrnya dia maen ke apartment gue, nganterin oleh2 dari Tunisia…lucu sih, keramik buat tempat lilin bentuknya kubah (gambar menyusul hihi ga sempet motret).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ngagetin tuh kemaren, pas gue siap2 brangkat, tau2 ada tlp ke HP gue, pas gue angkat, ternyata doi yang telpon, ihh kaget aja deh gue, itu blom seberapa, pas gue bilang hallo…dia bilang „ Ich bin unten“ watatiiitaaaa !!! sejuta topan badai dan kutu busuk !!! dia dibawah, depan pintu gedung apartment gue !! healaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita brangkat bareng, sepanjang perjalanan gue berusaha biasa2 aja, malah dianya kayak orang mo di sunat, gelisah gitu. Pas gue tanya, „ ngapain sih loe pake repot2 jemput gue“ dia bilang „...gue takut elo marah krn sms gue“ ahahhaha apa coba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh, bikin gue males aja deh skrg skola, udah gitu kita emang pendidikan buat disiapin kerja mayoritas buat ditempatin di Airport, kebetulan dia Lulusan Aircraft n Avionics Mechanic dr Prancis, lagi mikir kalo kita kelar pendidikan ini trus kerja bareng, bisa tiap hari ketemu dooohhh males aja. Mending gue balik lagi kerja di tempat dulu deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki…..ternyata dari belahan bumi mana juga tetep gabisa gue ngerti jalan pikirannya. Bener aja kalo ada idioms bilang, laki2 sama prempuan itu dateng dari planet yang beda, „Men are from Mars…Women are from Venus“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu penulis kelahiran Inggris, John Gray. Dia bilang "&lt;strong&gt;Thats not only do men and women speak different languages, they behave and react differently to the same situations. He feels that if we are not aware that we are supposed to be different, men and women expect the other sex to be more like ourselves. Only in recognizing these differences can we learn to communicate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...lelaki....apa sih maunya ya?....haruskan kita kursus bahasa Mars? &lt;/em&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/30642248-117031322625317611?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/117031322625317611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=117031322625317611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/117031322625317611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/117031322625317611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/02/wahai-lelakiapa-sih-maumu-part-2the.html' title='Wahai lelaki...apa sih maumu?!!  (part 2,The End)'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-117026945941913427</id><published>2007-01-31T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:56:11.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahai lelaki...apa sih maumu?!!  (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhmm..mudah2an posting gue kali ini ga menjadikan ajang komplain para lelaki, tetapi sungguh benar adanya kalo gue sampe detik ini gak bisa ngerti apa sih maunya laki2...(eh, mungkin para lelaki jg mikir kali ya, prempuan itu apa sih maunya hihi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya, gue udah memantapkan diri pake kacamata kuda kalo ama makhluk yang namanya lelaki, mo lempeng2 aja tp bukan berarti gue memilih sesama jenis kok. Dan gue gak pernah memancing2 temen2 laki2 gue kearah flirty dirty. Soalnya kapok gue kalo ketemu laki2 yang Cuma 2-3 bulan pertama aja kliatan kyk orang jatuh cinta, gue gak nongol ato bales smsnya aja dah mo nyebur jembatan Golden Gate. Tau2 udah guenya seriusin malah dia ngilang kyk org kecebur jembatan ancol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanyaaaa...waktu temen sekelas gue pendidikan menaruh dompet sembarangan healah, menaruh hati begitju maksudnya, gue sih cuek2 aja. Perhatian banget orangnya, kalo pas ujian aja dia suka nanya, “kamu bisa gak? “ sambil nyodorin kertasnya gue sih jawab “makasih gak usah, gue coba sendiri aja, biar tau kekurangan gue dimana”... padahal pas dibagiin hasilnya nilai gue lebih tinggi hieahieahiea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus ya, emang sebulan belakangan, deket2 mo abis ikatan pendidikan, kita emang slalu bareng2..dikelas doi selalu duduk sebelah gue (colek2 blaga nanya krn ga denger si tutor), break makan siang ke kantin ato pas pulang jalan ke Stasiun bawah tanah, cuman emang kita beda jurusan.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dua hari lalu, sebelom hari terakhir pendidikan tiba2 dia ngomong ama gue, “keknya hubungan kita ga mungkin banget deh” (wasyaaaaa), trus dia jelasin bla..bla..bla and buntutnya bilang “wir bleiben freunden” maksud dia, kita temenan aja, gue sih senyum2 aja, lha wong gue aja ga mikir aneh2 sih. Dah gitu pas kita pisahan di Stasiun, 15 menit kemudian ada sms dari dia...gini bunyinya...gubrakkk (HaPe gue jatoh boww ck..beneran lho ini)..doi bilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Believe me R*** (nama disamarkan :P ), Was habe ich gesagt ist nicht von meinen herz. Du muss mir verstanden. Ich mag dich sehr..“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohoooo….pengen ngakak seh..dia yang tadi di kelas bilang kalo kita itu gak mgk pny hubungan tau2 bilang apa yg dia bilang itu ga dari hatinya, gue disuruh ngarti. Buntutnya dia bilang…dia suka banget ma gue…yuhuuuuu…gubrak lagi ahaha. Tapi gue menghargai dia sih tetep, makanya gue jawab „keine sorge…“ kira2 mah no worries, jangan pikirin lah gituh....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Gue makan dulu ah, tadi masak gule sapi...ntr terusin lagi abis maem (kali ini gue cari aman pake bumbu sachet dan ga gue poto, hikss).....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-117026945941913427?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/117026945941913427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=117026945941913427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/117026945941913427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/117026945941913427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/01/wahai-lelakiapa-sih-maumu-part-1.html' title='Wahai lelaki...apa sih maumu?!!  (part 1)'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116992093075252018</id><published>2007-01-27T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:02:10.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahyul....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari ini gue potong rambut, cuma gara2 percaya kalo potong rambut bisa buang sial. Well sebenernya gak sial2 amat idup gue, toh yang sayang and care ama gue masih lebih banyak daripada orang2 yang nyakitin ato maen2in gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin karena mood jg lagi ga bagus, al hasil bin el result, setelah potong gak bagus2 amat...gak seperti yang gue dah bayangin, kalo gue sambung2in lagi ama tahyul, katanya kalo wanita sedang berhalangan ga boleh potong rambut, dan orang berhalangan itu pasti kliatannya jelek aja (gue mah keadaan normal jg jelek), tp mungkin jelek krn masih kebawa mood pms (pre-menstrual syndrome), yang bikin gue suka sedih tanpa sebab, ato bawaan mo ngambek aja eh gak gue aja sih, keknya mayoritas cewe gt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya sih banyak alesan gue ngebut potong rambut, padahal minggu2 dpn jg bisa, &lt;strong&gt;Pertama&lt;/strong&gt;, emang poni gue udah gondrong, kalo mo beternak ulat sutra aja bisa subur.  &lt;strong&gt;Kedua&lt;/strong&gt;, gue lagi kesel aja, ama orang yg bisa bilang kalo sesuatu itu hal yg ga pantes, eh taunya dia jg sama aja nglakuin hal yg kemaren2 dia blg ga bakal dia lakuin ck, dodolz banget. &lt;strong&gt;Ketiga&lt;/strong&gt;, gue semaleman ampe subuh diketawain begundal2 pasar klewer and mahasiswi perguruan tinggi Untumu (universitas tugu muda), gara2 gue pengen masak tongseng tp gatau resepnya, baek sih dikasih site isi kumpulan resep, tapi pas gue tanya kapulaga ama jinten itu apaan...mereka ketawa2 ampe nangis2 gitu di cam, terpukul banget gak sih dibilang ntar jadinya ramuan sihir hiks, biar aja, ntr kalo gue dah masak gue pasang gede2 photo na. &lt;strong&gt;Terakhir&lt;/strong&gt; gue potong rambut gara2 takut diduluin salah satu cucak rawa yg ketawa2 denger gue mo masak. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sementara gue ga photo2 rambut baru gue, belom pede, tapi lucu jg skali2 pake poni gantung kyk monorail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudah2an bukan krn gue percaya tahyul, setelah potong rambut, hari ini agak lebih baik. Tadi siang ke pasar asia, gue nemu juga itu kapulaga and jinten (gataunya disini bilangnya cardamon and cumin seed). Trus gue lagi bete, tau2 temen sekelas gue sms ngajak makan, gue tolak sih, soalnya takut dia salah ngerti, trus dia tilpun basa-basi, tp seneng jg soalnya ada temen ngobrol biarpun cuma bentar, seneng ada yg nanyain apa kabar gue, udah makan apa belom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi inget gue pernah ngobrol ama temen gue dari negri kahyangan, dia pernah bilang ahhh jangan diambil ati...itu tahyul...taunya itu singkatan entah iya, entah betul......jadi? maksudnya? Mikir sendiri ah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116992093075252018?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116992093075252018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116992093075252018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116992093075252018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116992093075252018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/01/tahyul.html' title='Tahyul....'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116968499598604483</id><published>2007-01-25T01:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T02:11:03.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Zodiac and Bad Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/1600/769302/Agenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/320/244660/Agenda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bukan cuman satu sekarang Organizer gue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woaahh...kalo udah butek ngerjain tugas ato lagi ga tau mo ngapain, kadang gue ngerjain hal2 yang ga penting depan komputer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh tadi itu tiba2 kepengen buka2 sitenya Tarot &amp; Zodiac..terus gue buka lah pribadi gue menurut bintang gue. Dan kaget jg euuyyy...kok uhmmmm...kok most of them bener gitu lho, gini versi gue menurut bintang gue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Sagittarius is the ninth sign of the Zodiac, and stretches from November 23 to December 23. Typically, Sagittarians are optimistic, kind, dependable, and love freedom. They are intelligent, sharp and incisive, are also gregarious, and have a large circle of friends. However, they don't care for discipline or confined spaces and have a tendency to procrastinate”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gue emang optimis kok orgnya, baek kadang (tanya aja toko sebelah hehe), bisa diandalin, emang ga suka diatur. Intelligent sih relative, mgk ada bakat pinter cuma males, gue jg emang To The Point (incisive) ga suka basa-basi akhirnya suka banyak org berpikir kalo gue itu galak pdhl gue gak suka aja ngomong dibelakang orgnya, gue jg cerewet, talkative (agak over emang), sociable (gak bisa idup tanpa temen ato tanpa pasangan uhuyyy) and outgoing itu gambaran dari makna gregarious....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nah...nah yang mau gue bahas itu, gue yang dibilang bertendesi sbagai procrastinate....berhubung ini vocab baru, makanya gue binun, apaan yahhh..gak mgk kan sejenis ama hibernate, soalnya gue susah tidur...ternyata oh ternyata...menurut Mas Wiki...pediaaa (bukan wikan lho...siul2 mode on)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; is the deferment or avoidance of an action or task and is often linked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Perfectionism (psychology)" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perfectionism_%28psychology%29"&gt;perfectionism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;. For the person procrastinating this may result in stress, a sense of guilt, the loss of productivity, the creation of crisis, and the chagrin of others for not fulfilling one's responsibilities or commitments. (yang parah tuh kalo procrastination digolongkan ke physiological disorder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Teyyuusss...menurut sumber laen yang kyknya bahasanya bisa lebih gue terima nyebutin,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Procrastination comes from the Latin “pro,” meaning “forward, forth, or in favor of,” and “crastinus,” meaning “of tomorrow”. However, to go beyond this notion of delay is to encounter considerable disagreement.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yahhh kalo bahasa entengnya sih, gue itu tukang nunda2 kerjaan, karena gue pengen bikin yg bagus tapinya kebanyakan ide, kebanyakan pertimbangan, malah yang ada ga dikerja2in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huhu...jujur kacang ijo deh, sbnrnya banyak utang2 kerjaan yang masih gue tunda, pengen kelarin Blog Privat gue...pengen kirim email sama seseorang yang udah ngomongin gue dibelakang (gue kbynkn pertimbangan milih kata2 yg ga nyakitin, pdhl jelas2 org ini jelek2in gue ahahah baek bener ya gue apa goblok mgk), pengen benahin folder lagu2 gue di komp, pengen beli HD portable buat mindahin data2 dari laptop gue (tapi masih mikir yang bagus merek apa ya, apa nabung dulu beli yang canggih skalian tp ga nabung2 jg ahahha dodol), Mo nagih utang (malah mikirin yang pada gue utangin lagi punya uang ga ya), pengen beli frame buat lukisan cat minyak yg gue beli waktu liburan, mo kontrol ke dokter blm jg, pdhl pnykt gue keknya makin rese, pengen mulai diet tp ga brenti ngemil, pengen ini..itu..dll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Akhirnya, gue berpikir...gimane yee...ngatasin kebiasaan jelek gue itu, gue coba2 baca2, googling ini itu...akhirnya gue dapet juga apa penyebab suka nunda2 kerjaan dan gimana ngatasinnya....kali2 ada yg punya kebiasaan dodolz kyk gue...bisa ikutan baca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Penyebab Procrastination :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Tidak tahu menangani Prioritas, 2. G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angguan (spt disebutin diatas,result in stress, a sense of guilt (kepikiran udah&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;nyakitin ato ngecewain orang], 3. The loss of productivity alias males), 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelebihan beban tugas (embeerrr), 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;Kesulitan dalam mendelegasikan (ama sapa coba ih)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mengatasi Procrastination :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Jangan menunda-nunda (beuh jelas2 itu kebiasaan gue), 2. K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erjakan hal yang terpenting, 3. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;embagi-bagi kerjaan yang kita tunda-tunda dalam bagian kecil (katanya sih, misal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kita punya tugas 20 halaman, kalo mikir kerjain smua, udah males duluan, cicil aja&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dulu 5  halaman trus brenti, then lanjutin 5 halaman lg dst..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 4. hindarkan gangguan-gangguan (hikss…gabisaaaaa, dia sll mengganggu),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; minta bantuan (tolooonggg...toloongg, skrg dibantuan organizer sih)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dooh...sekarang gue malah terlalu rajin ya..bikin posting panjang2 :D yawda...ampe sini aja, yang penting dah ga nunda mo posting sesuatu daripada yang mana ga posting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116968499598604483?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116968499598604483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116968499598604483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116968499598604483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116968499598604483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-zodiac-and-bad-habit_25.html' title='Me, Zodiac and Bad Habit'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116945701143702564</id><published>2007-01-22T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:13:38.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/1600/479833/HPIM0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/320/456792/HPIM0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Raw Materialnya aja menggiurkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mo joget2 rasanya, joget model orang Indian minta ujan...hehe. Soalnya hari ini masak sambel goreng ati. Sbenernya sih biasa aja cumaaannn...didalamnya terkandung campuran dari PETE....duh Pete sodara2 ku sekalian, sebangsa dan setanah aer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kali ya berjuta2 taun gue ga makan kancing naga, padahal jaman gue di Jakarta, kalo bisa menghindari banget makan pete, apalagi bukan weekend. Udah gitu kalo pas gue dirumah, kakak gue cewe bawel bener soal kamar mandi “Heiii Flush Wcnya berkali2 yaaaa!!! “. Nah...waktu itu temen gue dari Indo dateng kesini, gak tau dapet ilham darimana dia membawakan diriku pete, daon salam, sambel pecel dan terasi wakkkkwawww.....itu oleh2 termewah yg gue pernah dapet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saking kagumnya gue lsg masukin freezer, dan baru kemaren ini gue kepengen banget, pas blanja ke superkampret, gue liat ati sapi dan terbitlah ide masak sambel goreng ati plus petaaayyy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/320/315185/HPIM0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Masih ngebul dah in Action depan Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kesannya ga penting banget gue posting soal masak pete ahahha, well buat gue yang jauh dari kampung halaman, jangankan pete, gue liat gambar burung Garuda aja terharu, malah kemaren waktu gue mesti presentasi soal Indonesia di kelas, gue kasih backsound lagu Indonesia Raya, mustinya gue mulai stlh 3-4 bait lagu, tapi gue terlena model Ikke Nurjanah waktu gue dengerin Lagu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah ahaha lagi ngangetin nasi putih, ngebul2 makan pake sambel goreng pete (ati sapinya cuma pelengkap doang), pake lalap ketimun trus krupuk udannggg......udah deh bisa lupa nge blog berminggu2 yuhuuuu....andai aja bisa maem ama kang Kabayan bareng2 di pematang sawah ahaha. Ini juga baru ngetik2 gara2 dibilangin males ama tukang kembang yg suka ga dhong kalo diajak ngbrl ahaha, katanya “ iyo, mbak e iki males mosting”... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116945701143702564?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116945701143702564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116945701143702564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116945701143702564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116945701143702564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/01/pete.html' title='Pete'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116939960727532057</id><published>2007-01-21T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:21:57.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Okran “kyrill”, sakit gigi and Ujian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/1600/533372/Orkan%20Kyrill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/320/169469/Orkan%20Kyrill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kemaren lusa, panic attack melanda Eropa, peringatan2 untuk antisipasi udah direlease, tapi tetep aja namanya bencana pasti menimbulkan kerusakan,kerugian, plus kematian. Panic attack juga melanda gue sih ghhh, siang2 baru pulang dari dokter gigi, pas denger sirene kota nyala trus ada informasi dari pemerentah, kalo besok ada badai besar dan disarankan untuk tinggal dirumah, sementara gue besok itu harus ke Rumah Sakit pusat, udah gitu siangnya gue ada ujian, huh sebelll...sebeeelll...takut juga sih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ikks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apaan ya Okran kyrill, Okran sendiri artinya Hurricane, diambil dari nama dewa suku Maya „Huracan“ dewa berkaki satu yang melambangkan dewa angin, badai dan api.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kyrill sendiri namanya dikasih sehari sblm Hurikan itu menyerang, oleh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Free University of Berlin's meteoreological institute, tanggal 17 Januari 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kerusakan jangan ditanya deh, dibeberapa negara tertentu malah satu kota porak poranda belom lagi korban manusia banya yang luka bahkan ga sedikit jg yang meninggal, ditempat gue malah ada anak bayi meninggal ketiban pintu yg roboh ditiup badai, mobil2 bny yg ancur ketiban pohon2 gede yg tumbang, kecepatan Hurikan kyrill di kota gue kebetulan cuman 130 an Km perjam, untuk daerah2 terbuka kyk di desa2 gitu bisa sampe 180 Km perjam karena ga banyak bangunan untuk mecahin angin. Soalnya si Orkan Kyrill ini penjelmaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;extratropical cyclone, yahh kebayang kan kyk apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/1600/186178/bahn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/320/460766/bahn2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/1600/892407/Bahnhof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/320/58460/Bahnhof.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tanggal 18 Januari tuh pagi2 gue operasi kecil gigi, nyebelin banget, tambelan lepas karena gigi gue patah gara2 makan almond lapis karamel hiks. Udah getuh pecahan kecil gigi gue nancep dalem kedalem gusi, alhasil bengkaklah, udah dibedah ternyata karena masih bengkak gabisa diapa2in takut kena saraf mata, jadi cuma ditanem obat sementara tp gabole lbh dr 24 jam, otomatis besoknya tanggal 19 Januari harus dikluarin kannnn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sementara sejak jam 22.00 tanggal 18 Januari itu badai udah ngamuk, gue dah ga mikir lagi, minum Ponstan and molor. Bangun pagi2 gue pikir dah kelar badai gataunya masih aja angin kuenceng ga karuan, mo ga mau jam 8 pagi gue bergaya nenek moyangku seorang pelaut.....menempuh badai tiada takut (bener ga ya liriknya),&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;akhirnya g ambil route kereta bawah tanah aja, menghindari angin kenceng, wuihh pagi2 yg biasanya rame, pagi itu sepi banged, selaen gue cuma ada 2 calon penumpang laen. Lumayan sepanjang perjalanan ke Rumah Sakit jaga, gue bisa belajar, soalnya siang jam 13.30 gue ada ujian. Nasib emang, mudah2an hasil ujian gue ga jeblok, nilainya kocar-kacir kena Hurikan Untu (gigi) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/1600/804221/Okran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/320/30861/Okran.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inilah muka gue yang bengep abis operasi gigi, masih mati gaya nungguin badai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Badai pasti berlalu kok..... life must go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116939960727532057?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116939960727532057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116939960727532057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116939960727532057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116939960727532057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2007/01/okran-kyrill-sakit-gigi-an_116939960727532057.html' title='Okran “kyrill”, sakit gigi and Ujian'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116553656387680983</id><published>2006-12-08T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:48:05.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn (middle English Stuborn)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/1600/802421/SOrry%20Egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6653/3290/320/851015/SOrry%20Egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gue stubborn? gak jg kayaknya. Stubborn alias bullheaded related ke orang yang difficult to treat or deal with; resistant to treatment or effort.   Gue malah cenderung seneng ngalah, lebih baik mundur, and gue prefer liat temen ato keluarga ato org yg gue sayang itu seneng ketimbang mikirin kesenangan gue pribadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gara2 sahabat gue bilang, gue stubborn, and gue gatrima, jadi suasana ga enak. Bukannya gue kepala batu alias keras kepala, tapi ngelupain someone yg pernah deket kan gabisa sekedipan mata. took centuries mungkin :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am sorry..... I know u care but then, gue kan bukan superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116553656387680983?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116553656387680983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116553656387680983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116553656387680983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116553656387680983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/12/stubborn-middle-english-stuborn.html' title='Stubborn (middle English Stuborn)'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116443513923787948</id><published>2006-11-25T07:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T06:12:59.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aneh tapi Langka :D</title><content type='html'>Chatting Jadi Penyebab Utama Perceraian di Saudi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angka perceraian di Arab Saudi termasuk tertinggi di dunia Arab, mencapai 20-22 persen dari angka pernikahan. Dengan kata lain, 20-22 persen dari pernikahan berakhir dengan talak.&lt;br /&gt;Kutipan hasil penelitian terbaru Putri Dr Jauharah binti Fahd bin Al-Saud, yang disiarkan sejumlah media setempat, Selasa, menyebutkan bahwa al-dardashah alias chatting (mengobrol via internet) sebagai penyebab urutan pertama.&lt;br /&gt;Hasil penelitian wanita peneliti dari keluarga kerajaan itu menyebutkan bahwa 57,2 persen dari duda cerai dan 63 persen dari janda cerai mengakui bahwa chatting di alam maya sebagai penyebab keretakan rumah tangga, yang berahir dengan perceraian.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam penelitian bertajuk "Saudi, Internet Penyebab Perceraian" itu disebutkan juga bahwa ibukota Riyadh berada di urutan teratas untuk angka perceraian. Bahkan, 42,6 persen dari perceraian di kota itu terjadi pada pasangan suami-istri belum genap setahun menikah. [TMA, Ant] (dikutip dari Majalahnya Contong lanang heuheuheu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116443513923787948?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116443513923787948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116443513923787948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116443513923787948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116443513923787948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/11/aneh-tapi-langka-d.html' title='Aneh tapi Langka :D'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116326252535414549</id><published>2006-11-11T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:19:14.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Whom The Bell Tolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/1600/For%20Whom%20The%20Bell%20Tolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/320/For%20Whom%20The%20Bell%20Tolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This phrase lately so often glimpsed in my head.. then I started to picking up by pieces all puzzles about this phrase just to feed my curiousity and satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the famous line from a metaphysical poem by John Donne (1572-1631), "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indepthinfo.com/extended-quotes/donne-xvii.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meditation XVII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No  man is an island, entire of  itself. Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know &lt;strong&gt;for whom the bell tolls it tolls&lt;/strong&gt; for thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My additional information : This phrase basically means 'for whom the bell rings' but generally in a church because the word 'toll' implies that the bell is large and making a louder sound than a smaller bell ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Europe, they used to ring a bell to announce a death. &lt;strong&gt;So the point of the line was, don't look around wondering whose death the bell is signalling; we are all going to die, including you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Donne lived in Tudor and Stewart England, and at that time the tolling of church bells, to mark various events, was an important feature of daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When Donne writes of the tolling bell, he is, of course, speaking of the funeral bell. It was traditionally rung three times for a man and two times for a woman followed by a pause and then a toll for every year of age for the deceased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 1940 the phrase taken by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ernest Hemingway" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Hemingway"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for his novel´s tittle, It tells the story of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Robert Jordan (character)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Jordan_(character)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robert Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, a young American in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="International Brigades" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Brigades"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;International Brigades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; attached to an antifascist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guerilla" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guerilla"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guerilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; unit in the mountains during the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Spanish Civil War" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_Civil_War"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spanish Civil War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. As an expert in the use of explosives, he is given an assignment to blow up a bridge to accompany a simultaneous attack on the city of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Segovia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Segovia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Segovia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1943 in film" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1943_in_film"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a film based on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ernest Hemingway" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Hemingway"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;´s novel made. It stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gary Cooper" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Cooper"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gary Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ingrid Bergman" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ingrid_Bergman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ingrid Bergman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Akim Tamiroff" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akim_Tamiroff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Akim Tamiroff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Katina Paxinou" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katina_Paxinou"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katina Paxinou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Directed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sam Wood" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Wood"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Great attention to detail in keeping with the accurate depiction and the novel's successful translation to film was aided by Hemingway himself, who was present on the set during filming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For Whom the Bell Tolls" also taken for the first single from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bee Gees" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bee_Gees"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bee Gees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Size Isn't Everything" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Size_Isn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Size Isn't Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. It peaked at #4 on the UK Charts. Composed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Barry Gibb" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barry_Gibb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Robin Gibb" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Gibb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Maurice Gibb" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Gibb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maurice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gibb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"For Whom the Bell Tolls" a song by &lt;a title="Metallica" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metallica"&gt;Metallica&lt;/a&gt; released 1984, the third track from their second album &lt;a title="Ride the Lightning" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ride_the_Lightning"&gt;Ride the Lightning&lt;/a&gt;. The song is about a section of the novel &lt;a title="For Whom the Bell Tolls" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For_Whom_the_Bell_Tolls"&gt;For Whom the Bell Tolls&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a title="Ernest Hemingway" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Hemingway"&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/a&gt;, where five republican soldiers of the &lt;a title="Spanish Civil War" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_Civil_War"&gt;Spanish Civil War&lt;/a&gt; attempt to escape the fascists with their stolen horses and are killed by enemy aircraft on a hill on which they were surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116326252535414549?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116326252535414549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116326252535414549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116326252535414549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116326252535414549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-whom-bell-tolls.html' title='For Whom The Bell Tolls'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116287055983673216</id><published>2006-11-07T04:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:35:59.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muaaalleesss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/1600/HPIM0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/320/HPIM0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh...males banget mo posting laporan pandangan mata liburan gue. Gara2 sms yg datang ditengah2 liburan, boro2 mo mikir nerusin jalan2 kemana2 lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana kaga bawa laptop, desperate banget. Pengen ngintip status di account dia :D apa kah sudah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwe, ada perasaan haru juga, nengokin kota dimana gue sempet bbrp saat tinggal. Setelah ampir 2 th, ketemu lagi temen2 baek yg mpe skrg tetep kontak, jenguk sodara yg selama gue disana takut gue numpang ahahahha, nemuin suster2 dan dokter waktu gue dirawat di Rumah Sakit sebulan penuh. Skalian liat Rumah Sakit tempat gue dirawat yg udah di ratain ama tanah buat perumahan huhuhuhu, ngintip Rumah sakit baru yg gue sempet rasain juga, lewatin kampus gue yg gue ga sempet kelarin skolah kburu DO heuheuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyesel jg kenapa cuman bentar, hanya karena gue males ngurus perpanjangan visa gue buat kesana, padahal sehari kelar grrrhh...keburu ngejar masuk skola lagi yg molai tanggal 6 kemaren, ini gara2 nunda2 dan mualeess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudah2an ga males utk posting jajanan kesayangan gue disana, keburu gue santap habis dan ga sempet gue poto. Penyakit lama......suka nunda dan muaaaleeesss.&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/30642248-116287055983673216?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116287055983673216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116287055983673216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116287055983673216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116287055983673216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/11/muaaalleesss.html' title='Muaaalleesss'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116218412256484936</id><published>2006-10-30T05:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:58:29.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad things can happened anytime, anywhere, anyhow to anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/1600/brazil%20trophy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 235px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/320/brazil%20trophy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track and field line judge, Lia Mara Laurenco get injured after a javelin hit her in her foot during `Brazil Thropy` a National track n field competition, in Sao Paolo, Brazil. di kutip dari (AP Photo/jonne Roriz, Agencia Estado)&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/30642248-116218412256484936?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116218412256484936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116218412256484936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116218412256484936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116218412256484936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-things-can-happened-anytime.html' title='Bad things can happened anytime, anywhere, anyhow to anyone'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116212936786308980</id><published>2006-10-29T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:45:38.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is...Clock exactly *_*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/1600/jamtgn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/320/jamtgn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night or earlier this morning, 29 Oct´06 at 1 am, the Time Zone whereas I live (GMT+1), has been changing, clocks are turned forward an hour, effectively moving an hour of daylight from the morning to the evening, which means we only have 23 hours per day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So its also means Day Light Saving Time (Summer Time) ended and Winter is comming.Actually the time changing doesnt bother me, but..... I need to set all the stuff related to the time wise, my watch, Hand Phones, alarm clock, the microwave, oven and all clocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only clock that I dont need to re-set is the clock that I bought in IKEA, coz it use Radio Transmitter (DCF Clock) System ie. Radio Station Signal, to adjust the update time by itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halah ..kenapa lately I use English to posting. Yaaahh intinya tiap pergantian waktu nyebelin banget, harus nyetel2 smua barang yg related menunjukkan waktu. Malah di Kota tempat gue tinggal, pemerentah setempat harus mengganti 200 buah jam kota (excluding Jam2 Gereja, yg mana gereja bertebaran disini).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116212936786308980?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116212936786308980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116212936786308980' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116212936786308980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116212936786308980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-isclock-exactly_29.html' title='Time is...Clock exactly *_*'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116208561022441712</id><published>2006-10-29T02:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:18:37.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/1600/HPIM0568.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/320/HPIM0568.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116208561022441712?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116208561022441712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116208561022441712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116208561022441712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116208561022441712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-wish.html' title='My Wish..'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-116201365283029573</id><published>2006-10-28T07:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:22:04.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quote of The day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6653/3290/320/say.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-116201365283029573?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/116201365283029573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=116201365283029573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116201365283029573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/116201365283029573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-quote-of-day.html' title='My Quote of The day'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-115455792563002499</id><published>2006-08-03T00:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:14:19.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kebiasaan paling buruk gw......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhmmm, ngaku deh...diantara sederetan kebiasaan2 jelek gw yg panjangnya kayak kartu menu di resto china setempat, and the winner goes to eng ing eng....suka nunda2 sesuatu huhuhu. itu yang paling parah. Contoh soal tuh kyk gue tau temen gw ultah hari ini, dan gw inget tuh masih pagi2 buta, bukannya SMS ato kirim E-card lewad imel langsung, eh malah mikir ntar2 aja deh di Perpustakaan...pas di Perpus mikir lg ntr aja online di rumah lah, then pulang skola malah windows shop gt, capek..teler..tidur, tau2 besok lg baru inget, kan ga seru, udah gt ngambek deh tuh temen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sama aja spt mo posting di Blog ini, sgala macem udah di jidat, tapi yahh kebiasaan jelek menyerang, mikirnya ntr aja malem2 enak sepi sambil belajar ato ngerjain tugas, trus tau2 udah subuh..teler..mikir lagi besok ahhh pulang skola, tau2 chat ama temen2 ampe sore, sore2 rumah dah rame, ngrumpi dulu, tau2 dah malem lagi, tugas n PR numpuk heuhehue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mo dandanin Blog jg boro2 sempet, bales imel2 yg penting2 dulu, yg biasa2 ntr2, trus kelewat deh biasanya bbrp biji. Makanya skarang hrs blajar maksain diri, kalo udah niat mo ngapain harus jalanin, seperti sekarang hehe...teman bilang, yaudah posting sana jgn ngomong melulu, gue tidur dulu deh (padahal codot mah bisa aja tidur sambil gantung di puun (baca pohon..red))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ntar deh di cicil satu2, sperti rencana semula, gw mo curhat soal mal praktek yg gue alamin disini berikut gambar2 hasil operasi yg menjijikan ggrhhh, jg mo crita di teror temen chat hehe, mo crita guru/tutor gw yg baru (yg mukanya kyk pinguin si penjahat di batman tp top bgt ngajarnya), dan hihihi mo crita punya rencana minggu depan jalan2 ke mesir nengok onta huhu...dan more to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah, skarang pan dah bayar utang neh..dah posting, jadi saatnya adzan maghrib utk jakarta dan skitarnya heuheu canda euy..saatnya ngerjain tugas dr Doktor Josef "pinguin" Rudalics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-115455792563002499?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/115455792563002499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=115455792563002499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115455792563002499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115455792563002499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-habbit.html' title='Bad Habbit'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-115339974855630596</id><published>2006-07-20T14:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:39:52.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>C´est la Vie.....It´s Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belakangan gue punya masalah berat....beraaaaat banget. Dan konsekwensi masalah itu adalah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gue harus membuat keputusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan buat orang yang labil seperti gue adalah hal gak mungkin, tapi sekarang gue gabisa lari dari kenyataan, karena ini bukan cuma sekedar mo beli baju, milih warna sepatu ato ganti model handphone. Its about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat and teman dan "seseorang" bertubi2 ngasih masukan, tapi beberapa sampe patah semangat karena gue yang parno ini selalu mentahin kembali saran2 mereka, gue yang selalu mikir terlalu jauuuuuuh kedepan. Kalo begini nanti gimana....kalo begitu gimana.... sampe temen gue di belahan bumi sono bilang, ceu´elo mikir yg depan loe aja dulu gak usah kejauhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo aja bokap masih ada arrggghhh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya....waktu bingung, bimbang, gamang dan groupnya itu, gue buka salah satu FS sahabat kecil gue, disitu ada lagunya Christina Aguilera, The Voice Within...awalnya enak didenger trus g hayatin lyricnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girl don't cry´&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here when your world starts to fall&lt;br /&gt;Young girl it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Your tears will dry you'll soon be free to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream&lt;br /&gt;Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems&lt;br /&gt;No one ever wants to bother to explain&lt;br /&gt;Of the heartache life can bring and what it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourself Like your oldest friend just&lt;br /&gt;Trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll find the strength That will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;You'll learn to begin toTrust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Young girl just hold tight Soon you're gonna see your brighter day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even gue bukan young girl lagi :) dari lagu itu gue belajar mengikuti "kata hati" karna cuma kata hati kita yang ga pernah meninggalkan kita tho? Juga kita ga perlu menyesali apapun keputusan kita nantinya karena bukan datang dari orang lain tp dari diri kita sendiri yang tau apa mau kita sebenernya...uhm kok gue jadi big girl ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-115339974855630596?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/115339974855630596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=115339974855630596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115339974855630596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115339974855630596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/07/cest-la-vieits-life.html' title='C´est la Vie.....It´s Life'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-115249297463923469</id><published>2006-07-10T02:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:15:15.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bola..Bola..dan Bola</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ussualy hate monday......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this monday.... minggu kemaren bener2 passed by tanpa gue inget any single thing yang udah dilakuin. Nonton Final Piala Dunia aja ogah2an, padahal dari awal pembukaan selalu tepat waktu nangkring depan tipi, semalem bener2 orang disekitar pada ngomong, ngoceh ato nyumpah serapah karna batal gol ato pas zizou kena kartu meré, juga gak gwe gubris, coz gue nunggu kabar dari seseorang yang bener2 sperti ilang di tengah gurun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lebih bikin sengsara bathin, YM, Msn dan sodara2 nya down dan gabisa login sejak pagi hari, means udah ampir 20 jam dr skrg, SMS juga ga da kabarnya. Begimane juga mo curhat ama temen laen yang biasanya bisa cheer up gue. Lengkap udah penderitaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monday....gue berharap life back on track, konsen ke skola n kerjaan, juga bisa ketemu lagi sama orang yang tersesat di gurun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hate Monday..but I hate missing someone the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cepet sembuh ya...buat yang sakit, care about you so so so so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**gue tau ga da yg baca blog gue hihi, anggep aja ini Buku harian gw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;paling2 si kecoak benjret cengar cengir kalo baca ini, karena cuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;doi yg pny akses sementara ini. selamat cengar cengir :D wait untill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you feel the way I´m feeling at this moment...killing you crazy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-115249297463923469?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/115249297463923469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=115249297463923469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115249297463923469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115249297463923469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/07/bolaboladan-bola.html' title='Bola..Bola..dan Bola'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-115205245295828967</id><published>2006-07-05T00:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:15:55.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bola Sikil Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh...its not the nice thema for my first post.... the Italians, just minutes ago beat Germany 2-0 in semi-final play. Throughout the tournament, I actually have been rooting for several teams: Brazil, Italy, England and Germany. So I was a bit torn with this game. On one hand, I live in German Speaking country, making me feel a degree of loyalty there. But my World Cup fascination began at 1st game, there was no way I could hold my own among the italy team fans this time. Portugal and France play tomorrow, and then the finals are Sunday.I'm very sad to see this tournament come to an end. Hidup Persija....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-115205245295828967?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/115205245295828967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=115205245295828967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115205245295828967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115205245295828967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/07/bola-sikil-fever.html' title='Bola Sikil Fever'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30642248.post-115202629330827344</id><published>2006-07-04T17:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:39:24.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sed ut labore et dolore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Consectetaur adipisicing elit. Sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum Et harumd und lookum like Greek to me, dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Nam liber te conscient to factor tum poen legum odioque civiuda. Et tam neque pecun modut est neque nonor et imper ned libidig met, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed ut labore et dolore magna aliquam makes one wonder who would ever read this stuff? Bis nostrud exercitation ullam mmodo consequet. Duis aute in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. At vver eos et accusam dignissum qui blandit est praesent luptatum delenit aigue excepteur sint occae. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30642248-115202629330827344?l=sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/115202629330827344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30642248&amp;postID=115202629330827344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115202629330827344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30642248/posts/default/115202629330827344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc4rlet-letter.blogspot.com/2006/07/sed-ut-labore-et-dolore.html' title='Sed ut labore et dolore'/><author><name>SC4RLET LETTER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395071612934694645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f215/kec0ak/ronasari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
