<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-244491430450228405</id><updated>2025-12-25T15:12:34.208+07:00</updated><category term="Curcol"/><category term="Iseng"/><category term="Teenagers"/><category term="Info"/><category term="Hari Raya"/><category term="Cinta"/><category term="Quotes"/><category term="Film"/><category term="Indonesia"/><category term="Random"/><category term="Review"/><category term="Tanya Tolong Jawab"/><category term="Tips"/><category term="Blog"/><category term="DLL"/><category term="Kuliah"/><category term="Sastra"/><category term="Surat"/><category term="Ujian"/><category term="Camera"/><category term="Cover"/><category term="Fashion"/><category term="Literature"/><category term="Lyric"/><category term="MV"/><category term="Sejarah"/><category term="Ultima Sonora"/><title type='text'>Me. Learn. Everything</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog about me and the things I learned.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-6498493912132547158</id><published>2018-03-22T21:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2018-03-22T21:48:45.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day #11</title><content type='html'>Fate&lt;br /&gt;
is somehow cruel&lt;br /&gt;
yet beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You met your right one,&lt;br /&gt;
yet it&#39;s on the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re on the right time,&lt;br /&gt;
yet you met the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - 311219, C.A.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6498493912132547158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2018/03/quote-of-day-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/6498493912132547158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/6498493912132547158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2018/03/quote-of-day-11.html' title='Quote of the Day #11'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-4544161409011131467</id><published>2014-05-14T20:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-05-14T20:56:20.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day #10</title><content type='html'>Love knows no distance&lt;br /&gt;
Love knows no boundary&lt;br /&gt;
Love knows no end.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4544161409011131467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/05/quote-of-day-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/4544161409011131467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/4544161409011131467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/05/quote-of-day-10.html' title='Quote of the Day #10'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-1397969766923470454</id><published>2014-05-10T19:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-05-10T19:28:39.565+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day #9</title><content type='html'>&quot;I love you without knowing how,&lt;br /&gt;
or when,&lt;br /&gt;
or from where.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you simply,&lt;br /&gt;
without problems or pride;&lt;br /&gt;
I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this,&lt;br /&gt;
in which there is no I,&lt;br /&gt;
or you,&lt;br /&gt;
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,&lt;br /&gt;
so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Pablo Neruda</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1397969766923470454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/05/quote-of-day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/1397969766923470454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/1397969766923470454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/05/quote-of-day-9.html' title='Quote of the Day #9'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-3561735644511919661</id><published>2014-05-04T11:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-05-04T11:55:10.673+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day #8</title><content type='html'>There are days when we are immature because we tend to take advantage of what is being given to us. We only mature from our mistakes and strive to work harder and better at what we have a strong passion for. What are you willing to do yourself to feel mature? Age doesn&#39;t make a difference, according to most people. We mature by attitude, not by age.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Anonymous</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3561735644511919661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/05/quote-of-day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/3561735644511919661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/3561735644511919661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/05/quote-of-day-8.html' title='Quote of the Day #8'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-2007105288200299757</id><published>2014-03-30T19:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-30T19:37:35.599+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We will bend, but we won&#39;t broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2007105288200299757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quote-of-day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2007105288200299757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2007105288200299757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quote-of-day-7.html' title='Quote of the Day #7'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-2302016538516523785</id><published>2014-03-30T17:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-30T17:56:02.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It was important to accept myself first, in order for others to see the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2302016538516523785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quote-of-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2302016538516523785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2302016538516523785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quote-of-day-6.html' title='Quote of the Day #6'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-2149845134661648652</id><published>2014-03-26T14:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-26T14:41:43.886+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teenagers"/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;I love her, and that&#39;s the beginning and the end of everything.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- F. Scott Fitzgerald</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2149845134661648652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quote-of-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2149845134661648652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2149845134661648652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quote-of-day-5.html' title='Quote of the Day #5'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-7752719498564503130</id><published>2014-03-14T23:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-14T23:34:02.647+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>(Quite a long) Quote of the Day #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Love is patient and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;crossreference&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28653F&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference F&amp;quot;&amp;gt;F&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-4&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;crossreference&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28653G&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference G&amp;quot;&amp;gt;G&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;does not envy or boast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-4&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;It&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;crossreference&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28653H&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference H&amp;quot;&amp;gt;H&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is not arrogant&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-5&quot; id=&quot;en-ESV-28654&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;or rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-5&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;It&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;crossreference&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28654I&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference I&amp;quot;&amp;gt;I&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;does not insist on its own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-5&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;It&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;crossreference&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28654J&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference J&amp;quot;&amp;gt;J&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is not irritable or resentful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-6&quot; id=&quot;en-ESV-28655&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;It&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;crossreference&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28655K&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference K&amp;quot;&amp;gt;K&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;does not rejoice at wrongdoing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;crossreference&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-28655L&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference L&amp;quot;&amp;gt;L&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;rejoices with the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; id=&quot;en-ESV-28656&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Love bears all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;believes all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;hopes all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;endures all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Love never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text 1Cor-13-7&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8A(ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7752719498564503130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quite-long-quote-of-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/7752719498564503130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/7752719498564503130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quite-long-quote-of-day-4.html' title='(Quite a long) Quote of the Day #4'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-8790376616165566199</id><published>2014-03-12T01:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-12T01:11:40.262+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Quote/Question of the Day #3</title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;br /&gt;
What is love?&lt;br /&gt;
Is that something/someone that always appreciate us?&lt;br /&gt;
Is that something/someone that will never leave us?&lt;br /&gt;
Is that something/someone that always breathing/beating for us?&lt;br /&gt;
Is that something/someone that will always fight for us?&lt;br /&gt;
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Love.&lt;br /&gt;
What is love?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8790376616165566199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quotequestion-of-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/8790376616165566199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/8790376616165566199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quotequestion-of-day-3.html' title='Quote/Question of the Day #3'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-3950650589281486712</id><published>2014-03-09T23:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-12T01:12:16.477+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curcol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tanya Tolong Jawab"/><title type='text'>Rambling #1</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been dreaming about going to South Korea for quite a long time. At first, it&#39;s because I heard some K-POP music (no doubt. I remember the first time I take an interest towards K-POP Idol, Big Bang. Stay still though. HAHAHAHAHA). Well, after I watched some of their &amp;nbsp;TV shows, tried some foods, I&#39;ve taken a lot of attention (I don&#39;t know what I&#39;m talking about in this sentences). Main point is I like it. Their foods, their culture, their scenery (?), their music, their language, their ................. everything. Yeah, I think. I got the to the point where I want to go there. But I don&#39;t have anyone to go with, I don&#39;t have anyone who will become my friends/tour guide, I don&#39;t have korean friends. Huft. =3= Is/are there someone who know korean people that willing to tell me korean culture, especially from their perspective?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3950650589281486712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/rambling-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/3950650589281486712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/3950650589281486712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/rambling-1.html' title='Rambling #1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-411148965531369932</id><published>2014-03-05T23:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-12T01:12:29.753+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curcol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day #2</title><content type='html'>The most frightening thing in the world is when you look into your parents&#39; eyes and see disappointment reflect in their eyes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/411148965531369932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quote-of-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/411148965531369932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/411148965531369932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quote-of-day-2.html' title='Quote of the Day #2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-7292361118879500509</id><published>2014-03-05T01:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-12T01:12:49.933+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Quote/Question of the Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.940000534057617px;&quot;&gt;If you want to fly, you have to know that you have to fall. But when you have the courage to fall, and there&#39;s something prevent you to fall, what&#39;s left?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7292361118879500509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quotequestion-of-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/7292361118879500509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/7292361118879500509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2014/03/quotequestion-of-day-1.html' title='Quote/Question of the Day #1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-7432885146739608909</id><published>2013-05-07T23:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2013-05-07T23:00:21.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>That&#39;s It!</title><content type='html'>Masuk umur 20 tahun, bikin gw berpikir banyak tentang apa aja yang udah gw lakuin selama ini. What am I doing? How am I in others&#39; eyes?Am I good? Am I bad? Am I annoying? There&#39;s a lot of things roaming in my head. I&#39;m kinda sorting all the good and bad things about me. Sifat-sifat mana yang harus gw pelihara, mana yang harus gw buang. Kasarnya, I&#39;m trying not being a bi*ch, I&#39;m trying let go my women logic. Gw berusaha untuk menjadi orang yang lebih simpel,mungkin. Dan gw baru menyadari hal-hal itu setelah gw masuk umur 20 tahun ini. *Where have you been all this time,cath?!*&lt;br /&gt;
Ada satu hal yang bagi gw susah banget buat gw lepas. Trust issue. Gw sampe sekarang masih belum bisa ngelepas masalah itu di diri gw. Gw paling susah buat ngasih tau masalah gw ke temen-temen gw, bahkan ke yang paling sering ngumpul aja, gw gak pernah cerita. Mungkin karena gw punya ketakutan tersendiri, yang gw sendiri gak tau apa penyebabnya sampe muncul ketakutan itu. *semacam self defence di dalam memori gw kayaknya, &#39;menghapus&#39;(lebih tepatnya ditaroh di tempat yang paling bawah) semua yang menurut gw harus dihilangkan dari ingatan gw*. Mungkin gw takut orang itu pergi terus nyebarin apa yang dia tau tentang gw ke orang-orang. Atau mungkin, gw yang pergi secara pelan-pelan, membangun pertahanan untuk diri gw sendiri. I don&#39;t know..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7432885146739608909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/05/thats-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/7432885146739608909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/7432885146739608909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/05/thats-it.html' title='That&#39;s It!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-2634901933031824148</id><published>2013-04-23T19:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T19:25:09.634+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Day pt.4</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m back!! Maaf ya, lama banget. Lagi sibuk (baca: main,ngalor-ngidul kemana aja). Hehee..&lt;br /&gt;
Lanjut ke cerita.&lt;br /&gt;
Jadi, Anna dengan senyum najongnya berdiri di depan pintu kosan Jemmy. Gw tanya, ini kenapa ni. Ternyata, di depan udah ada dia,Jemmy,Arini,Jenny,Julia,Iffah,plus Kurni dan Daru (gw gak tau gimana bisa ni anak dua bisa ada). Gw langsung nangkep, gw di surprise-in lagi untuk kedua kalinya. Shoot!! Gw langsung mikir cepet. Klo mereka udah ngumpul di depan, pasti gw mau diapa-apain nih. Mungkin di lemparin telor, tepung, dan semua bahan-bahan yang dipake buat bikin kue, atau gw di ceburin di kolam di perumahan deket situ. Gw langsung reflek mundur kebelakang pintu, alias masuk kedalam kosan. Mereka langsung berusaha menggiring gw keluar, tanpa paksaan. Gw gak mau dong. Secara di pikiran gw udah ada kemungkinan-kemungkinan tadi. Sampe akhirnya, Kurni ama Jemmy berusaha narik gw keluar. Literally narik. Ada kali sekitar 5 menitan gw ama anak dua tarik-tarikan. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;
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Terus pas nyampe di luar, ternyata gw gak diapa-apain. Diapa-apain si. Di suruh pake &#39;kalung&#39; angka 20, terus abis itu semua kita lakukan di luar. Mulai dari tiup lilin, sampe potong kue, semua di luar. Diliatin satpam yang lagi patroli. ==&#39; Dan yang paling absurd, Jenny dan Arini pake topeng GD&amp;amp;TOP (fyi,mereka dari BigBang, dan mereka adalah anggota favorit gw. Hohoo). Mereka nari2 sambil nyanyi2 pake topeng itu. Astaga. Terus abis itu,lilin yang dipake buat tiup lilin, ditaroh dibawah, ditaroh keliling gitu. Terus, ada aja yang duduk dibelakang lilin (berasa lagi ritual babi ngepet, lagi ngejagain lilinnya biar gak mati. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA). Abis itu gw bagi-bagi kue, terus foto-foto absurd (secara gw gak bisa foto cantik ==&#39;).&lt;br /&gt;
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Setelah semua kegiatan yang lumayan menguras tenaga itu selesai, kita masuk ke kosan Jemmy. Ternyata, udah ada makanan. Ayam panggang. WOO-HOO!! Lumayan, makan gratis. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;
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Yap, segitu doang blog series &quot;One Fine Day&quot;. Engdingnya agak-agak gimana gitu. Mungkin karena udah lama, jadinya gw agak-agak lupa beberapa bagian. Maaf ya, para pembaca sekalian atas keterlambatan dan keabsurdan dan keanehan endingnya. *bow*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2634901933031824148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/04/one-fine-day-pt4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2634901933031824148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2634901933031824148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/04/one-fine-day-pt4.html' title='One Fine Day pt.4'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-4276748708075574302</id><published>2013-02-16T16:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2013-02-16T16:44:41.892+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Instagram</title><content type='html'>I have just made a new Instagram profile. I admitted that I&#39;m a little affected by surrounding people. Fine. A lot. =&#39;= One thing that makes me wonder, have I made an instagram profile before? Because when I want to make one, they said theusername and the email have been used already. Ddoo-ddoong!! So, I tried to opened it. And, I logged in. *surprised face*&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway,if you like, you can add me&amp;nbsp;@itscathari or just simply click the camera-simplified button besides the blog,I think. If you don&#39;t, just ignore it. But, if you like the photos, feel free to like it. Hehee..&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4276748708075574302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/02/new-instagram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/4276748708075574302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/4276748708075574302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/02/new-instagram.html' title='New Instagram'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-5985860813192027572</id><published>2013-01-19T23:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2013-01-19T23:51:24.942+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Day Pt.3</title><content type='html'>Okay, I&#39;m back. Baru aja balik dari nikahan keluarga gw. DAN BOOTS GW AKHIRNYA MENAMPAKKAN DIRINYA UNTUK PERTAMA KALI!! WOO-HOO!! Seperti biasa, gambar menyusul. Hahaa. Mari kita lanjutkan ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;
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Prolog : abis beli boots, gw ama Anna pergi ke kosan JEREMY.&lt;br /&gt;
Jadi, di kosan Jeremy alias JEMMY kita mau ngerjain mograph. Dan gw kebetulan bawa baju yang mau gw pake ke kondangan keluarga gw. Akhirnya gw disuruh ganti, karena mereka mau liat gimana bagusnya, secara, stylist gw kan Anna. Hehee. Singkat cerita, style gw udh di approve sama Anna, gw ganti baju, kita lanjut ngerjain mograph. Gw nunjukin ide gw. Pas si ARINI dan JENNY menceritakan idenya seperti apa, si Jemmy lagi main. Si Anna mendadak kesel gitu sama si Jemmy gara2 gak ngerjain. Mereka berantem di depan kita. Sepertinya si Anna emang lagi kesel banget, sampe akhirnya gak sempet bicara berdua sama si Jemmy seperti biasa. Aigoo!! =&#39;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Terus, gw keluar. Rencananya si gw mau ke kamarnya si JULIA, ngungsi. Tapi pas gw ketok, gak ada orang. Padahal jelas2 sebelumnya dia abis dari kamar sebelah, buat nonton video ucapan dari temen2 gw yang lain. Akhirnya gw duduk2 di luar. Pas gw mau masuk, si Jemmy mendadak keluar. Gw bingung lah. Kenapa sampe keluar, bawa2 kunci lagi. Terus si Anna minta tolong siapa gitu yang keluar buat manggil si Jemmy. Gak ada yang gerak, akhirnya gw yang manggil. Eh, dihalang sama Anna. Katanya klo gw yang manggil, takutnya Jemmy ngira Anna marah. Ya udah, akhirnya gw duduk lagi. Si Arini keluar manggil Jemmy sama Jenny. Tinggal berdua doang di kamar sama si Anna. Dia mendadak curcol. PAKE NANGIS SEGALA LAGI. (Isi curcol forbidden. Dilarang disebarkan,sepertinya) Terus, dia mendadak di telpon, disuruh turun. Ya udah gw nemenin dong dia turun. Pas kita turun, deket2 pintu keluar tuh, gw ngedenger klo si Jemmy lagi protes gtu soal sikapnya Anna. Ya gw dengan polosnya percaya sih. Pas nyampe pintu, gw make sendal dulu. Si Anna udah keluar. Terus,mendadak, dia diri di depan pintu sambil senyum2 najong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oke, cerita sampe sini dulu. Gw dapet orderan nih. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Jadi kudu diselesein. Bye-bye. Wait for &quot;One Fine Day pt.4&quot; Hmph!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5985860813192027572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/one-fine-day-pt3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/5985860813192027572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/5985860813192027572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/one-fine-day-pt3.html' title='One Fine Day Pt.3'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-1239378561082432337</id><published>2013-01-19T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2013-01-19T08:57:04.228+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Day Pt.2</title><content type='html'>LANJUT!!&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren sampe mana? Oiya,kotak misterius dari Iffah. Jadi katanya, kotak itu adalah oleh-oleh dari mamanya Iffah buat gw, dari Bogor. Secara singkat kita sebut, PAKET DARI BOGOR. Pas gw balik ke Anna, gw kasih tau ini paket dari mamanya Iffah, katanya anak2 pada dapet. Terus, dengan muka sedih, si Anna nanya ke gw kok dia belum dapet. Gw gak tau dong. Dia jawab mungkin karena Iffah sibuk. Mungkin. ==.&lt;br /&gt;
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Singkat cerita, gw dan Anna selesai dari salon, dan kita balik ke rumah masing2, karena jam 6 kudu ngerjain tugas kelompok lagi. Tumben ni ke salon? Iya soalnya tanggal 19 ada resepsi nikahan keluarga gw. Jadi gw mau rambut gw harum stroberi terus lurus2 gimanaaa gitu. Hehee. Abis dari salon, Anna mau ngeliat baju yang mau gw pake gimana, secara dia bisa dibilang stylist andalan gw lah (I believe in you,man. Let&#39;s pray for today). Hehee. Pas ngeliat baju, keasikan lah dia madu madanin gw. Secara gw jaraaaaaaanngg banget pake rok dan gw punya pengalaman trauma. ==. Baru nyadar setelah nyokapnya telpon, nanyain dia dimana. Akhirnya, katanya dilanjutkan nanti saja, pas ngerjain tugas. Setelah Anna pulang, gw teringat dengan paket dari Bogor itu. Gw bukalah. Pertama, isinya kotak makanan. Gw kira makanan pertama. Seteah gw buka, ada kotak lagi di dalam dan sepucuk surat. Tangan gw otomatis mengambil surat dong. Ada tulisan di depannya (dan masih gw simpen, tapi blm sempet gw foto. Nanti deh, di post tersendiri, isinya foto2 semua). Gw baca dan gw kaget kenapa mereka mention DocMart,setengah harga,dan uang! Ddoo ddoonngg!! Pas gw buka isinya, ternyata uang Rp400.000,- buat beli sepatu itu!! OMG!! GW GAK TAU HARUS NANGIS ATO SENYUM!! Nangis karena apa yang telah gw perbuat sampe2 mereka mengumpulkan uang segitu banyak buat beli sepatu), senyum karena gw akhirnya bisa kesampaian beli tu sepatu (yang pada akhirnya akan premiere malam ini,tgl 19 Januari). Gw langsung post di FB tentang ini. (Astaga, bener2 ya. Kalian si boleh banget loh. Gw masih belum percaya ama apa yang lu orang kasih. SAYA TERHURAAA!! Y.Y)&lt;br /&gt;
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Malemnya, gw dijemput sama Anna lagi buat ngerjain tugas, tapi kita mampir dulu ke mall buat beli sepatu itu. HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO. Singkat cerita, setelah membeli sepatu (yang ternyata mbaknya ngenalin gw,yang minta tolong simpenin sepatunya sampe tanggal 18 padahal waktu itu tanggal 3 gw mintanya) dan aksesori yang diperlukan, kita pergi ke kosan JEREMY. Apa yang terjadi di kosan Jeremy?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1239378561082432337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/one-fine-day-pt2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/1239378561082432337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/1239378561082432337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/one-fine-day-pt2.html' title='One Fine Day Pt.2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-5685692006337985626</id><published>2013-01-19T00:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2013-01-19T00:10:12.838+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Day Pt.1</title><content type='html'>Eits! Itu bukan nama toko loh. Itu bener2 menggambarkan, apa yang terjadi di hari ini. Jadi, klo masih sempet ngepost,tanggal 18 Januari ini adalah hari ulang tahun gw!! HOREEEE!! Hari ini bener2 yang, PARAH BANGEEEETTT. Dua kali gw di kerjain abis-abisan ama temen2 gw,ama bocah2 gendheng.&lt;br /&gt;
Ceritanya begini nih.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perkenalkan. SINDIKAT kita kali ini adalah:&lt;br /&gt;
1. ARINI, sebagai bos besar,otak dibalik semua ini,&lt;br /&gt;
2. JENNY,sebagai kaki tangan pertama, yang ngurusin masalah print dan desain,&lt;br /&gt;
3. DIANNA, sebagai kaki tangan kedua,&lt;br /&gt;
4. JULIA, sebagai kaki tangan ketiga.&lt;br /&gt;
5. IFFAH, sebagai kaki tangan keempat&lt;br /&gt;
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PELAKU LAIN:&lt;br /&gt;1. JEREMY, yang nyewain tempat buat ngerjain kedua kali&lt;br /&gt;
2. KURNI, sebagai artis pendatang&lt;br /&gt;
3. DARU, sebagai artis pendatang (juga)&lt;br /&gt;
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KEJUTAN PERTAMA!!&lt;br /&gt;
Jadi,pagi itu, gw emang berencana mau kesalon karena tanggal 19 ada acara kondangan keluarga gw. Gw pengen rambut gw bau2 stroberi terus lurus2 gimanaaa gitu. Hehee. Gw cari temen dong. Setelah sms sana sini, akhirnya ketemu satu orang yang bisa nemenin. Dia adalah DIANNA, a.k.a. ANNA. Pertama, gw nunggu dia nih, kok gak bales2. Eh, tau2nya, KATANYA, nyokapnya manggil tukang AC, jadi lagi rempong gitu. Ya udah,gw bilang aja selesein dulu. Pas juga IFFAH mau minjem charger kamera (karena kamera kita sama,DUH!). Akhirnya ya udah, gw suruh aja si Iffah dateng buat ngambil. Pas gw tunggu2 persetujuan dari Iffah,si Anna bilang udah mau jalan. Singkat cerita, gw ama Anna udah jalan,kita makan sekalian nungguin Iffah menjemput charger kamera gw. Pas Iffah udah nyampe,dan gw mengantarkan charger kameranya, Iffah memberikan gw paket putih. Apa isinya, lanjut besok yaa. Udah malem, mau bangun pagi. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5685692006337985626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/one-fine-day-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/5685692006337985626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/5685692006337985626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/one-fine-day-pt1.html' title='One Fine Day Pt.1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-4980429107492958592</id><published>2013-01-15T00:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2013-01-15T00:29:40.619+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DLL"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Info"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tips"/><title type='text'>Not Just an Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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‎”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!
  It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such asituation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG…FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.6] Number three is public restrooms.7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.——————————————————————————————POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
 2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow andarmpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told ourinstructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without usingmuch pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feellittle silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.——————————————————————————————FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans&amp;amp;#160;: if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/orpurse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE. 
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may behiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.) 
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.  
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT NOT REBLOGGING THIS! IT COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.
There’s also a trick where you cup your hand/palm and slam it as hard as you can against the assaulter/rapists ear. It throws them off balance and it’ll give you time to run away. Saved me.



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&lt;br /&gt;‎”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Reblog this!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;and here are some interesting facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;targets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;around to cut clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;off guard and can be easily overpowered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;grocery store parking lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;6] Number three is public restrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;worry about getting caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;these guys you’re not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;——————————————————————————————&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;you lose appeal as a target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;nd bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;audibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;was trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;——————————————————————————————&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;this crazy world we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans&amp;nbsp;: if a robber asks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;THE OTHER DIRECTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;saved lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;working, etc., and just sit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;(doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;parking garage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;RIDING A TAXI CAB) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;he abducted his next victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT NOT REBLOGGING THIS! IT COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There’s also a trick where you cup your hand/palm and slam it as hard as you can against the assaulter/rapists ear. It throws them off balance and it’ll give you time to run away. Saved me.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4980429107492958592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/not-just-info.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/4980429107492958592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/4980429107492958592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/not-just-info.html' title='Not Just an Info'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-487532266779494754</id><published>2013-01-05T19:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T19:38:49.208+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Iseng"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teenagers"/><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>This post is (somehow) dedicated to one of my friend,Jenny a.k.a. BoA (hope you see it). Today is the last day, last night in her 20th years in this life, and tomorrow, she will take a first step, first day in her 21st. Well,I&#39;m kinda proud, not because I will become the youngest,brightest,and the most ridiculous in the pack (I&#39;m not praising myself. =3= Yeah,right). Hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;
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Last day. It makes us think, what have we done in this year? What kind of people we are? The silly one or the snob one or the patient one or the other one? Somehow, we think what people thought about us, on our acts. It makes us grow more wise. But sometimes, it makes us realized, that some people may hate us, for what we have done. It&#39;s kinda sad, actually. Sometimes, we see how people left us on the past years, someone new came and made our days, some last on our side. We see some bond grew apart, some grew closer. In one year,we can see almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last day. Make us realize we have more burden. We have more responsibilities to be hold on tight. Make us think that we should be more serious to face the world. The most burdensome thing, ever, is grown up! =3=&lt;br /&gt;
*BGSong:Alphaville-Forever Young*&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 21TH BELATED BIRTHDAY,JENNY!! Don&#39;t be sad cause we can&#39;t give you surprises, if you expected us to make you one. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, and also, don&#39;t be sad cause you are not young anymore. I will remind you how to have some fun in life. Keep your silliness and randomness alive so we can do every epic things with me. OKAY??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!! 안녕!! DADAH!! ลาก่อน!! AU REVOIR!!&amp;nbsp;さようなら!!&amp;nbsp;BYE!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/487532266779494754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/487532266779494754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/487532266779494754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2013/01/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15642071990222351459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-8495546687748145727</id><published>2012-12-24T23:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2012-12-24T23:29:44.453+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curcol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hari Raya"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random"/><title type='text'>Christmas&#39; Eve and Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS,EVERYONE~!!&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI NATAL~!!&lt;br /&gt;Well,sebenernya, di Indonesia belum natal sii. Sekitar sejam lagi lah. Hehee..&lt;div&gt;
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Baru berasa loh sekarang. Biasanya,tiap tahun malah,gw natalan selalu dirumah, bareng nyokap, bokap,adek2 gw. Menggila bareng adek2 gw. Nyobain makanan sama kue2 dirumah keluarga yang kita datengin. Kalo gak nyuguhin minuman buat tamu yang dateng ke rumah. Gw biasanya bareng2 ama keluarga gw. Ke gereja bareng pagi2 pas natal.&lt;/div&gt;
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Gw inget, dulu pernah, kita tuker2an kado buat natal. Bokap gw ngasih kaos klo gak salah. Nyokap gw ngasih pigura, isinya foto gw lagi digendong ama bokap, foto gw dengan pose epik gw (yang membuktikan kenapa gw lebih suka foto dengan pose aneh2,klo temen gw bilang foto epik, ketimbang foto cantik. Tapi klo ada yang nawarin gw suruh foto cantik di studio+make up+baju, gw gak nolak sii. Hehee), foto nyokap gw waktu masih muda, dan foto adek2 gw yang waktu itu masih unyu (sekarang si udah amit2 dah. I MISS YOU,GUYS!!). Adek2 gw,gw lupa ngasih apaan ke gw. Hahaa. Dan gw, cuma bisa ngasih sebungkus coklat cadbury ke mereka (waktu itu,menurut gw, coklat yang paling prestigius itu ya cadbury).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tahun ini,malam natal, gw sendirian, dikamar kosan di Tangerang, jauh dari keluarga gw, belum makan, dan ditemani lagu2 Urban Zakapa (yang entah kenapa, lagi pengen dengerin mereka,dan kebanyakan lagu mereka lagu2 slow alias lagu2 sedih. ==&#39;). Gw lagi chatting sama adek gw. Dia bilang selamat natal, padahal belum jamnya. Terus gw bilang, natalan besok, gw mau pesta daging. Dia gak mau kalah juga dong, dia bilang dia juga pesta. Daaaaaann, kalimat setelah ini bener2 JLEB! &quot;Tapi gak ada cece, jadi gak rame&quot;. AUCH! Gw langsung di bekep ama kenyataan. Langsung dihempaskan ke daratan kering yang namanya kenyataan. Langsung seketika. TT.TT Gw langsung nangis (masih ditemani Urban Zakapa,yang cukup menjadi trigger munculnya air mata gw). Iya ya. Biasanya, kalau natal,gw bareng keluarga gw. Tapi, sekarang gw sendirian. Gak bisa ngucapin langsung selamat hari natal ke bonyok gw, kenalan gw, keluarga gw yang lain secara langsung (kan kurang afdol klo ngucapin lewat sms). Kadang klo gak pergi bareng keluarga gw, gw ngumpul di rumah, duduk sambil nonton tv+camilan bareng2. Huft. Sekarang,gw sendirian, paling besok ditemenin bentar ama temen2 gw buat pesta daging, abis itu sendirian lagi.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAA.!!&lt;br /&gt;OTL&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8495546687748145727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2012/12/christmas-eve-and-christmas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/8495546687748145727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/8495546687748145727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2012/12/christmas-eve-and-christmas-day.html' title='Christmas&#39; Eve and Christmas Day'/><author><name>catherine_ari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698894310468370432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXouHxKm-qiIBpDV6pjzNpjlPBCDdVHoyE8g1vhuQyXOYraj9cHgqHvwkse9DGwcD0sNwW5LsceVljuUE-PaJgn7ZRZYqCShUB6BIsB3zh0aYcde27NxjnWrgWke7WK8/s220/295980_2247812547654_1018394311_31992371_826806133_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-5500386290176132630</id><published>2012-12-22T16:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-12-22T16:36:39.270+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curcol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hari Raya"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teenagers"/><title type='text'>New yet Lonesome Experience. TT.TT</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s December and CHRISTMAS IS RIGHT IN THE CORNER!! How will you spend this year Christmas? With family, or someone special (bestfriend,boyfriend,girlfriend)? How,how,how,how? What? Me? Well,It&#39;s official. I will spend Christmas this year alone. Without my family (main family. Mom, dad, and my i-can&#39;t-let-you-go-even-if-you&#39;re-annoying little brother and sister).&amp;nbsp;And what do I get? A Lonely Christmas. &amp;nbsp;TT.TT Sad, definitely. Excited,hmm,a little. Hehee..&lt;br /&gt;
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I think, I can&#39;t feel the essence of Christmas this year. I&#39;ll only look that day as 25th of December. Why? Not because I don&#39;t celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ,I do, but I wanna see it as a different route(?). Maybe because I have had celebrate it before the exact date (FYI,I&#39;ve attended Christmas celebration party at December 8th) so I&#39;m thinking that 8 December was Christmas, the birth of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I don&#39;t know exactly what am I talking about and what am I wanna tell you,guys. I can&#39;t think clearly right now because the &#39;storm&#39; that came to me yesterday, or the day before yesterday. My sister told me she will come to Jakarta, to spend Christmas with me. And she told me, there&#39;s no ticket available at 22-25 December, that means, she will come after 25. But, she told me that my mom have bought her a ticket to Sampit, which is my hometown, and she come home today! Ddoo-ddoooonngg!!! (o.o) Moooommm, I wanna come home too. Did you even remember you have one more child, right here in Tangerang? How cruel.&amp;nbsp;TT.TT&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, I&#39;m just overreacting. Actually, it&#39;s my college that didn&#39;t allow me to go home,unofficially. They only give us 10 days for Christmas and new year holiday. After that, we have to face our final test (a week or two weeks after holiday), other have to face their trial thesis experiment (bahasa indonesianya: sidang pertanggungjawaban skripsi, apakah layak untuk di sidangkan. Sepertinya,klo gak salah denger) right after the holiday ends. Can&#39;t you see how cruel my college is?! Argh! Hmph! I pray, God will send someone to accompany me spend Christmas so it will not as lonely as I think (Oh, can You make it a guy,a handsome one,please? Hehee. Thanks,God) and other gift from anybody. Hahaa..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5500386290176132630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2012/12/new-yet-lonesome-experience-tttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/5500386290176132630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/5500386290176132630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2012/12/new-yet-lonesome-experience-tttt.html' title='New yet Lonesome Experience. TT.TT'/><author><name>catherine_ari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698894310468370432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXouHxKm-qiIBpDV6pjzNpjlPBCDdVHoyE8g1vhuQyXOYraj9cHgqHvwkse9DGwcD0sNwW5LsceVljuUE-PaJgn7ZRZYqCShUB6BIsB3zh0aYcde27NxjnWrgWke7WK8/s220/295980_2247812547654_1018394311_31992371_826806133_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-1587813612102497767</id><published>2012-12-01T15:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-12-10T13:09:05.986+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curcol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teenagers"/><title type='text'>Friendship (Past,Now,Future Edition)</title><content type='html'>Somehow,I was thinking about friends when I saw some post at my Facebook group and Facebook&#39;s news feed. I saw a lot of post from my friends there (well,there&#39;re some people that I don&#39;t know why I accepted their request although I didn&#39;t know them. --&#39;). Most of them complaining about something. I saw some of their status,reading the comments that have been added,and I started to think they have a new circle (of friendship,I mean). Sometimes,I commented on their status. But most of them didn&#39;t give an exact respond,maybe my comment was not worth to reply or maybe they didn&#39;t know how to reply that.&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know,maybe that&#39;s me think negatively, or that&#39;s the exact reason, and I began to think &quot;aaa,I&#39;m out of their circles right now. It&#39;s OK&quot;. I can say &quot;it&#39;s ok&quot;,but deep inside my heart, disappointment rushing out,dominating my brain to think &quot;Ya!* They didn&#39;t think you as friend anymore. As best friend anymore. You&#39;re outsider for them,you know?&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be honest, I think the very best of my life,of my friendship life, are my high school time and now (I&#39;m in 5th semester of my college life). Not that I didn&#39;t like my time before high school. I like it,but there&#39;s something that I felt it didn&#39;t right (on my friendship,either in school or church). And maybe,that&#39;s what makes me think like I said before. Since I spent my high school in different city (my hometown is Sampit,Central Borneo and I moved to Malang,East Java when I went to high school), I think, I started to &#39;moved on&#39;. I started to leave all the memories back then. At first, I was still texting some of my close friend. When I went home,I spent some time, telling our stories,about love,about anything that we missed. Slowly,the texting stopped. When I went home,I rather spent time with my family. I began to pulled myself from the circles, never gave a fuck about get in in current circles. Sometimes, they approached me first,but never me. I think I gave them a cold respond,and they slowly gave up. And it still happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve been thinking lately, am I give people a cold first impression? I don&#39;t know. I&#39;ve asked one of my close friend in high school about her first impression of me. She said we were &#39;klop&#39; (i don&#39;t know the exact english for this thing. --&#39;). We didn&#39;t spend a lot of time to get closer at each other. But you all know that reality can be more cruel than we think. Hmph!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1587813612102497767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2012/12/pastnowfuture-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/1587813612102497767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/1587813612102497767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2012/12/pastnowfuture-friendship.html' title='Friendship (Past,Now,Future Edition)'/><author><name>catherine_ari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698894310468370432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXouHxKm-qiIBpDV6pjzNpjlPBCDdVHoyE8g1vhuQyXOYraj9cHgqHvwkse9DGwcD0sNwW5LsceVljuUE-PaJgn7ZRZYqCShUB6BIsB3zh0aYcde27NxjnWrgWke7WK8/s220/295980_2247812547654_1018394311_31992371_826806133_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-2701241573504846135</id><published>2012-12-01T14:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-12-01T14:35:14.695+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lyric"/><title type='text'>&quot;Layu Sebelum Berkembang&quot; Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Title: Layu Sebelum Berkembang&lt;br /&gt;
Written by Andi Riyanto&lt;br /&gt;
Performed by Nathan Hartono&lt;br /&gt;
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Hatiku hancur mengenang dikau&lt;br /&gt;
Berkeping-keping jadinya&lt;br /&gt;
Kini air mata jatuh bercucuran&lt;br /&gt;
Tiada lagi harapan&lt;br /&gt;
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Tiada seindah waktu itu&lt;br /&gt;
Dunia berseri-seri&lt;br /&gt;
Malam bagai siang seterang hatiku&lt;br /&gt;
Penuh harapan dalammu&lt;br /&gt;
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Kini hancur berderai&lt;br /&gt;
Kesedihan berandai&lt;br /&gt;
Kuncup dihatiku yang lama kusimpan&lt;br /&gt;
Kini hancur sebelum berkembang&lt;br /&gt;
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Mengapa ini harus terjadi&lt;br /&gt;
Di tengah kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;
Kuingin rasakan lebih lama lagi&lt;br /&gt;
Hidup bersama denganmu&lt;br /&gt;
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Kuingin rasakan lebih lama lagi&lt;br /&gt;
Hidup bersama denganmu&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a soundtrack for &quot;Langit Ke 7&quot; movie, directed by Rudi Soejarwo. I wrote this lyric based on my hearing ability, so I&#39;m sorry if there&#39;s some mistakes. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ah! And this is my first post about lyrics. Kekekeke.. ^^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2701241573504846135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2012/12/layu-sebelum-berkembang-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2701241573504846135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244491430450228405/posts/default/2701241573504846135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melearnwhat.blogspot.com/2012/12/layu-sebelum-berkembang-lyrics.html' title='&quot;Layu Sebelum Berkembang&quot; Lyrics'/><author><name>catherine_ari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698894310468370432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXouHxKm-qiIBpDV6pjzNpjlPBCDdVHoyE8g1vhuQyXOYraj9cHgqHvwkse9DGwcD0sNwW5LsceVljuUE-PaJgn7ZRZYqCShUB6BIsB3zh0aYcde27NxjnWrgWke7WK8/s220/295980_2247812547654_1018394311_31992371_826806133_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244491430450228405.post-939498218805560280</id><published>2012-11-22T18:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-11-22T18:01:15.256+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curcol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teenagers"/><title type='text'>Love? What is it?</title><content type='html'>LOVE IS THE AIR,PEOPLE.!!&amp;nbsp;Even it&#39;s not the month of love (February,I mean),but love is always in the air. And i can feel it. Either it&#39;s because the weather that makes me feel loving or something, or people around me. Kekeke.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;
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Speak of the devil,I&#39;ve became interested on(or in,idk for sure) love matter. I started think about the way love start to influence someone mind, how love make someone become happier, but at the same time make him/her looks dumb (because his/her action like smiling foolishly over something about him/her or feel butterflies on his/her tummy or make that pink-shades-cheek,etc), how love make someone become a different person, how love can build a song (or a song can build love-feeling? idk,that&#39;s what on my mind right now). The point is, how love can affect someone that much.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Love is the strongest emotion any creator can feel except hate, but hate can&#39;t hurt you. Love, and trust, and friendship, and all the other emotions human values so much, are the only emotions that can bring pain. Only love can break a heart into so many pieces&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These&#39;re a quote from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes in &quot;In the Forest of the Night&quot;. I don&#39;t know the book. I just found that on Tumb*r and I think that was ..... I don&#39;t know how to describe it. Love make someone feel happiness,also sadness. Even love can be hurtful. What is love? What so special about it? Why must people feel it,even if in the end, they can be hurt? Why love?&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel like I want to do research about it. To answer those questions. Silly,isn&#39;t it?&lt;/div&gt;
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