<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952</id><updated>2011-10-16T18:58:51.081-07:00</updated><category term='30daystory'/><category term='take me to irish land'/><category term='GG Junkie'/><category term='booksilove'/><category term='Posted By Fachri'/><title type='text'>timms</title><subtitle type='html'>all me. all time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-6167355416460617474</id><published>2011-09-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T07:09:34.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30daystory'/><title type='text'>Might have been?  (Day 1)</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi akhirnya memutuskan untuk mulai nulis blog lagi. Akhir-akhir ini merasa kemampuan menulis makin menyedihkan T_T, jadi mari menulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu hal yang sudah lama ada di otak, belum menemukan waktu yang tepat untuk diceritakan. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ini gw merasa semua sama, datar dan rasanya siklus mengerikan dalam hidup gw mulai datang lagi. Haha. Siklus apa itu? Gw menyebutnya "Might have been" virus. Kira-kira sindromnya ada beberapa tahap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAHAP 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo itu sahabat terbaik yang bisa gw harapkan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa respon kalian bacanya? Kalo gw, yang mengalaminya (again) sih enek. Serius deh, gmn caranya lo bisa tau itu bukan sebuah excuse yang dipakai supaya mereka gak harus memilih? Enak bgt ya pastinya, kalo yang pernah gw denger, perumpaannya tuh kayak remote AC, kalo panas dicari tapi kalo udah dingin lupa ditaro dimana. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAHAP 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada fase ini, mulai lah dia menceritakan tentang sang wanita idaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah berjam-jam lo denger semua kehebatan nih cewe dan obsesi dia ke cewe ini. Otomatis lo jadi penasaran dong? (apa gw doang?). Nah kenalan deh sama si cewe ini, sebagai itung-itung bantuin si sahabat kita ini supaya hubungan percintaannya lancar. Setelah kenal sama si cewe, lo dengan secepat kilat memperlancar hubungan mereka (buah simalakama?) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAHAP 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tahap ini lo mulai jadi bumper buat hubungan mereka yang lagi salting-saltingnya. Kemana-mana diajak dan di update tentang perasaan mereka. Di masa ini sih biasanya lo masih mereasa fine-fine aja dan seru-seru aja, karena masih ada di depan mata lo nih makhluknya. Padahal, tahap ini merupakan fase yang penting dimana lo seharusnya mempertegas posisi lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAHAP 4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlahan tapi pasti, mundur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka mulai punya local jokes dan kita mulai tersisihkan secara tidak langsung. So, mulai melangkah mundur daripada gondok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa.. Next thing you know, mereka jadi happy couple. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in one of these situation? Ini sangat menyebalkan, rasanya kyk dimanfaatin.. at first. Tapi makin lama emang keliatan bahwa mereka cocok blablabla. Tapi ini cukup sekali aja deh dirasain. menjadi sebuah pilihan itu sucks dan gak ada yang seharusnya ada di posisi itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi waktu posisi ini datang lagi menghampiri gw, gw bingung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Am I better off dead&lt;br /&gt;Am I better off a quitter&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm better off now&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever was with her&lt;br /&gt;As they take me to my local down the street&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling but I'm dying trying not to drag my feet.. - The Script."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let it be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-6167355416460617474?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/6167355416460617474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/09/might-have-been-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/6167355416460617474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/6167355416460617474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/09/might-have-been-day-1.html' title='Might have been?  (Day 1)'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-3726569240607783561</id><published>2011-02-13T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T05:11:03.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GG Junkie'/><title type='text'>gilmore girls</title><content type='html'>If i am Lorelai Gilmore and you are my Luke Danes, i'll pray to God to send me my Max soon so you'll know that you have to do something to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll make me lose my coffee fix every morning or my favorite time of the day when we're joking around at your diner. But i'll take my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ilmSqy_pLlQ/TVfYJ78oxvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cSZINYjpkkE/s1600/121002copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ilmSqy_pLlQ/TVfYJ78oxvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cSZINYjpkkE/s320/121002copy.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-3726569240607783561?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/3726569240607783561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/02/gilmore-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3726569240607783561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3726569240607783561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/02/gilmore-girls.html' title='gilmore girls'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ilmSqy_pLlQ/TVfYJ78oxvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cSZINYjpkkE/s72-c/121002copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-4619045501747913725</id><published>2011-01-21T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T05:55:04.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalo Gak Etis, Bukan Berarti Gak Logis #eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Kalo Gak Etis,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bukan Berarti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&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;&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; Gak LOGIS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-4619045501747913725?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/4619045501747913725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/kalo-gak-etis-bukan-berarti-gak-logis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4619045501747913725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4619045501747913725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/kalo-gak-etis-bukan-berarti-gak-logis.html' title='Kalo Gak Etis, Bukan Berarti Gak Logis #eh'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7842631589514624773</id><published>2011-01-14T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:47:13.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proses itu yang penting, kawan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAI3yeVKNI/AAAAAAAAADs/n9KDQ_fdr04/s640/tumblr_les241B9t31qb9ukto1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perbedaan pola pikir itu biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perbedaan perilaku apalagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variasi dalam berpikir itu penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi dalam bertindak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jadi salah adalah ketika semua merasa caranya palimg benar. Ya, ketika kita lihat hanya lewat satu pandangan saja. Mana mungkin seseorang yang selama hidupnya tinggal di gunung, bisa memberi deskripsi tentang hangatnya air laut di malam hari? Bisa salah kaprah semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena itu lah, kita perlu saling berKOMUNIKASI. Bertanya dan diskusi tentang berbagai pandangan yang ada. Jadi, kita tidak picik dan sempit dalam menilai segala sesuatu. Kalo kita nilai suku Baduy pedalaman itu jorok, karena menolak peradaban, ya kita yang bodoh. Semua mesti dilihat dari berbagai sudut pandang. Ya toh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan ini terinspirasi dari perbincangan asyik di jurusan gw mulai dari tadi malam. Yaa, banyak prasangka bertebaran. Banyak opini terlontar, Semua punya pendapat dong untuk bicara. Termasuk gw! So, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuai quote di atas. Gw sederhananya heran, apakah menikmati masa-masa awal kuliah sangat dirasa merugikan? Gw sendiri tidak merasakan sepenuhnya, tapi it is fun! Mencari dan mengeksplor diri sama teman-teman sendiri. Kalo ditanya sekarang, gw gak akan merubah keputusan apapun. Proses itu penting, proses itu yang membuat manusia jadi bijak, proses itu yang membuka mata kita. Bisa jadi kok kita gak setuju apa kata si A, tapi apa salahnya sih mencoba bertindak ala si A? Ya itung-itung memperkaya diri lah. Mungkin kita gabisa nyanyi, tapi apa salahnya sih nyanyi? Coba aja, masih muda ini. Mungkin kita gak suka berargumen, ya apa salahnya sih nyoba2 sotoy2an? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dulu gw pribadi bingung sama orang yg terlalu banyak menganalisa tingkah lakunya. Yaaudah lah ya, jalanin aja. Gak ada apapun yang sia-sia, semua pasti ada pengaruhnya ke diri kita. Jalanin aja, rasakan, nikmati, ambil pelajarannya. Selesai kan? Kalo gontok-gontokan, hina-hinaan, mau sampe kapan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk para 'adik' tersayang, kalian rugi sekali gabisa merasakan nikmatnya masa belajar itu. Terlalu sibuk memikirkan harga diri dan rasa malu yang kalian hadapi. Kemana sopan santun dan toleransi yang katanya milik kita? Dimana kalian belajar untuk menjadi begitu picik dengan prestasi kalian yang segudang itu? Dan ironisnya, dia yang lepar batu pun sembunyi tangan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga ditengah kesibukan kalian dalam mengritik dan menghujat, kalian mendapatkan esensi yang berusaha diberi. Kalau tidak ada sama sekali, poor you. U've lost A LOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenrnya gak penting-penting bgt tulisan ini, belum tentu juga dibaca. Tapi tidak ada salahnya sedikit berbagi. Ayoo berhenti cuma berorientasi pada hasil, mulai nikmati prosesnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Semakin maju zaman, seharusnya makin bijak dan terbuka pikirannya, kan? Seharusnya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See 'you' tomorrow then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7842631589514624773?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7842631589514624773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/proses-itu-yang-penting-kawan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7842631589514624773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7842631589514624773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/proses-itu-yang-penting-kawan.html' title='Proses itu yang penting, kawan.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAI3yeVKNI/AAAAAAAAADs/n9KDQ_fdr04/s72-c/tumblr_les241B9t31qb9ukto1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1295009467330777973</id><published>2011-01-14T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:12:18.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Middleton's Reiss engagement dress!</title><content type='html'>I love her dress.&lt;br /&gt;Not yet able to afford the real one. So, allow me to use the design and create my own dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;THEY LOOK SO HAPPY! Envy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAEuyTk3iI/AAAAAAAAADk/sFruinWQrNw/s1600/kate-middleton-engagement-dress1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAEuyTk3iI/AAAAAAAAADk/sFruinWQrNw/s320/kate-middleton-engagement-dress1.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAEuyTk3iI/AAAAAAAAADk/sFruinWQrNw/s1600/kate-middleton-engagement-dress1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAEuyTk3iI/AAAAAAAAADk/sFruinWQrNw/s1600/kate-middleton-engagement-dress1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I cant get the Man yet, but i WILL get the dress, Kate! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAFD26SMiI/AAAAAAAAADo/U7-49bMJNlc/s1600/kate-middleton-300x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAFD26SMiI/AAAAAAAAADo/U7-49bMJNlc/s320/kate-middleton-300x400.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1295009467330777973?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1295009467330777973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/kate-middletons-reiss-engagement-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1295009467330777973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1295009467330777973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/kate-middletons-reiss-engagement-dress.html' title='Kate Middleton&apos;s Reiss engagement dress!'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/TTAEuyTk3iI/AAAAAAAAADk/sFruinWQrNw/s72-c/kate-middleton-engagement-dress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7865561720844933760</id><published>2011-01-13T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:38:03.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort zone, number 1 enemy?</title><content type='html'>Gw termasuk orang yang mencari dan membuat comfort zone di tiap aktivitas gw. Sampai detik ini masih tidak bisa melihat kalo ternyata comfort zone itu sebuah hal yang harus dihindari. Katanya, kalo kita uda comfort di satu tempat, dengan orang-orang dan segala hal yang terkait, kita jadi malas dan cuek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan buat gw, malah sebaliknya. Ketika gw comfort, gw akan menyayangi aktifitas itu, karena gw menyayangi, i will give my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah kata salah satu bos besar di tempat gw menimba pengalaman sekarang adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Perangi comfort zone itu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, gw jadi mikir. Apa sih makna comfort zone itu sebenarnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa pemikiran ini cuma berlaku buat gw? Bahwa gw akan kerja total, jika gw sangat nyaman. Bukan malah kerja asal, ketika sudah nyaman. Karena pengalaman gw saat gw tidak mendapatkan comfort zone gw adalah, ketika gw tertekan gw mending lari aja dibanding cerita dan mengeluh pada teman sejawat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi ini masalah perspective. Well, to me, i need my comfort zone to work my best. Kurang lebihnya yaa mohon dipahami aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7865561720844933760?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7865561720844933760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfort-zone-number-1-enemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7865561720844933760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7865561720844933760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfort-zone-number-1-enemy.html' title='comfort zone, number 1 enemy?'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-6709339969656733571</id><published>2011-01-10T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:45:28.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booksilove'/><title type='text'>About The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>Currently reading The Little Prince, a classic novel by a French novelist&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 30px;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;Quiet confusing at first, but once you get it, it has a deep reflexion about everything you know about life. t's simple yet complex in the same time. I dunno, i still believe there's something more about the little boy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;The thing i love the most about reading books is to find a little bit of my life in the main character's life. That is my thing. And in this particular book, i don't quiet know why i love the story. It's nothing like my life, yet it give me a lot to think about. Do read this light book, it will give you a new perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Men have forgotten this basic truth. But you must not forget it. For what you have tamed, you become responsible forever.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small; line-height: 30px;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Little Prince&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ler95zqfWS1qzdqe3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-6709339969656733571?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/6709339969656733571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-little-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/6709339969656733571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/6709339969656733571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-little-prince.html' title='About The Little Prince'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7447594497472186540</id><published>2011-01-10T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:23:14.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth to think about..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="medium" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font: italic normal 400 1.9em/36px 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;— John Green (via&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://elige.tumblr.com/" style="background-color: #fcfa92; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;elige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7447594497472186540?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7447594497472186540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/worth-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7447594497472186540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7447594497472186540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2011/01/worth-to-think-about.html' title='Worth to think about..'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-5773033000947025137</id><published>2010-11-29T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:39:42.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cup of freedom, please</title><content type='html'>21 going to be 22 in a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to know what i want, what i love to do, whom i love to spend my time with.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess sometimes life's trick me with giving the right argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shouldn't do this.. You can't do that.. It's not supposed to be happening.. It's not the right path.. etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the crossroads lie in front of my eyes, i tend to choose the "supposed-to-be-pick" road.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm making myself happy with that choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;If i pick what i want, not what i suppose to, can i be happier&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If i dare my brain to rest and let my heart rule my actions, can i be more free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If i let my eyes do the talking, instead my mouths, can i be more honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;ust do things without thinking twice, is it gonna be surprising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wonder and wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wanna be bolder, i wanna own my freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So people, can i have a cup of freedom, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;? With&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;udgement on the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-5773033000947025137?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/5773033000947025137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/11/cup-of-freedom-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5773033000947025137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5773033000947025137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/11/cup-of-freedom-please.html' title='A cup of freedom, please'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7105160666003614844</id><published>2010-11-21T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:13:44.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Cheering Squad</title><content type='html'>I decided to blog again. Simply because i need to whine, and blab about this thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What thing, you may wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this thing i keep telling myself, that i have a limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this case, not because i'm too busy or too tired, come on, i'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this case is because i need to give me a break. That not everything's okay. The way you treated me it's not okay, it's not supposed to, it can't be something that i can face everyday and do nothing at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this case is to make some bold movements outside my comfort zone. To disappointed other people, to not always being there when they in need, to not always feel obligated to do something i don't really wanna do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i only have the guts to blog about this, and not talk about it out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, this is a first step&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harsh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7105160666003614844?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7105160666003614844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-cheering-squad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7105160666003614844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7105160666003614844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-cheering-squad.html' title='Not a Cheering Squad'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8802910607872378777</id><published>2010-08-20T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:02:50.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Could Be You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="display: inline; font: normal normal bold 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Shawn Hlookoff&lt;br /&gt;She Could Be You lyric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="display: inline; font: normal normal bold 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I'm haunted by this photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look, I get shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;You're such a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;I know those eyes&lt;br /&gt;They take me back in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even know&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;But that was long ago&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could tell you&lt;br /&gt;What you don't know&lt;br /&gt;I dream about that day&lt;br /&gt;But it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;In another world,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours tonight&lt;br /&gt;But i can't break free from this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even know&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;But that was long ago&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it all the time&lt;br /&gt;I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;A picture doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even know&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;But that was long ago&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;br /&gt;She could be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Kyle XY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheerio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8802910607872378777?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8802910607872378777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-could-be-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8802910607872378777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8802910607872378777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-could-be-you.html' title='She Could Be You'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1934966238084620840</id><published>2010-08-14T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:42:28.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>safety net and crossroads</title><content type='html'>Since our mother pregnant, she keeps us in her womb. All warm and save.&lt;br /&gt;Certain of our safety, well taken care of, loved.&lt;br /&gt;Then we born. All new things and people surround us.&lt;br /&gt;We have to found a way to protect ourself, so when things fall apart, we stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call that creating our safety net. A way to alarm ourself when things got back, to step back and stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;Inside that net, its safe, distant from anything that will shake up our beleieve, our state of mind, and our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the safety net is not easy, I have to gone through so many thing to find one.&lt;br /&gt;I have one. I know exactly how to feel save whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;To me, its about a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Well as cheesy as it sound, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I see this place, this way to secure my feelings, I take it.&lt;br /&gt;This place cure me. Really did. I just forgot that everything has its price.&lt;br /&gt;My price is that I become so secure and save so I hate to put any jeopardy to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I was shaken by the fact that I lose so many thing as a price to be inside this net.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my life started. By take a step out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard. &lt;br /&gt;Its my crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to walk awaY.&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose my net.&lt;br /&gt;Reborn?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is about me.&lt;br /&gt;I can handle this, as always.&lt;br /&gt;Go me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1934966238084620840?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1934966238084620840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/safety-net-and-crossroads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1934966238084620840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1934966238084620840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/safety-net-and-crossroads.html' title='safety net and crossroads'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8247223487637115092</id><published>2010-06-17T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:33:28.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This is what people seeking in their everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This is what people hope they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This is what i think i have to achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Am i matter to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Is my thoughts important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Do i make changes in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Do people care about what i feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Or they just having too much fun using me as a getaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Or they pretend they care, so they feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Or they keep on whining and whining without once asking me about how I feel? How i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Friends is overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8247223487637115092?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8247223487637115092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-i-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8247223487637115092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8247223487637115092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-i-matter.html' title='am i matter?'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8997821482243608604</id><published>2010-06-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:01:25.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not by the book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I think everybody is like a book. Like a novel, there's a main character, conflict, climax, and everything you see in a novel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sometimes the character is so bold, you could've guess the storyline from the very first page.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sometime, the character so blur, you have to read the whole book to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sometime, you simply get it. You don't have to read the book, cause you see yourself in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;So i know this one person who know me, get the idea of my book. This person might not be know every trivial detail about me. But this person could've guess, and will be right. Cause this person gets it. The whole package. The whole deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;There's another one. This person willing to read me, page per page. This person read it, literally, and believe it. That this is the idea of me, because this novel said so. So this must be it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;The thing is, people change. Every minute, every day, there's a little bit change we're going through. One day i love blue, the next day red looks more cute. The little things, the little things that make a huge change in a daily basis. I know sometimes it's nice when someone notices your secret expression, your favorite coffee, your type of shoes. It is nice. But it changes, so never say something like, " Ah, this is your favorite shoes. Because you said so. I remember." Noo, come on. It changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;When you get the idea of someone, the way they think, the way they see the world, the way they reacted to something, the way they see themself. It's great. Because the shoe thing doesn't really matter anymore. you know the person, so it doesn't matter, wheter you know their favorite color, or their favorite music. No matter, it's the getting about their mind that matter much. to me, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;So when this person gets me, and the way i think about myself, i feel so damn good. Like someone finally make sense of what i am. What i think about. And i have to thank God i have this person as my best bud, so he continually reminds me, that &amp;nbsp;people can make sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;That simple. People make sense, when you get to know them not memorize them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8997821482243608604?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8997821482243608604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-not-by-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8997821482243608604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8997821482243608604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-not-by-book.html' title='it&apos;s not by the book.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1721755633173669729</id><published>2010-06-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:31:20.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up up up!</title><content type='html'>Get my days up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm making the wrong move, that's okay. Now, what will i do to make it right again? That's the challanging part. Everybody can wallow and cry, but the one who wipe the tears away with the new leaves is the one who will succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP UP, TIME!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1721755633173669729?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1721755633173669729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-up-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1721755633173669729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1721755633173669729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-up-up.html' title='up up up!'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1671282369060707571</id><published>2010-06-10T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:08:59.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>want my own kinda fairy tale..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/36/Anastasia-don-bluth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1671282369060707571?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1671282369060707571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/want-my-own-kinda-fairy-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1671282369060707571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1671282369060707571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/want-my-own-kinda-fairy-tale.html' title='want my own kinda fairy tale..'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-333264003366701247</id><published>2010-06-10T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:00:40.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>early 20 crisis?</title><content type='html'>What i want?&lt;br /&gt;What i need?&lt;br /&gt;Where have i been?&lt;br /&gt;Which way to choose?&lt;br /&gt;What life i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions, mumbling around in my head. So tired of it, this messed me up. I dont know what i want, and how to be a better me. I feel like i'm making all the wrong choice, and the worst timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a dear friend actually open my eyes the other day, i get it. But how come i don't know what i want? How come i'm stumbling around everywhere wthout really know exactly where i want to be? I need to get to know with myself. Really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.S.A.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-333264003366701247?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/333264003366701247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/mid-20-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/333264003366701247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/333264003366701247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/mid-20-crisis.html' title='early 20 crisis?'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1175121194098909438</id><published>2010-06-10T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:56:19.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My tarot reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil pembacaan tarot online.&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya gak percaya, tapi kok agak - agak tepat? Nahloh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card 1 (The Tower) : How you feel about yourself now »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel that the disruption and sweeping change you are going through, or fear you are about to go through, will be catastrophic. You need to recognise that such upheaval can force new directions that you never dreamed possible. Subconsciously you may have wanted change, but as is often the case, the solution isn't always as we expect. There could be problems relating to your property, or if considering a new property or move, progress will be thwarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card 2 (The Devil) : What you most want at this moment »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cards suggest that what you most want at this time you can't have, like the forbidden fruit, which makes it all the more tempting. Or you could go for it but you know that it would be a bad choice and for all the wrong reasons. Yes, you want passion and gratification - just be careful where you go looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card 3 (The Hierophant) : Your fears »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really your best counsel? Probably not at this moment in time. You are worried that you will sell yourself short and agree to something that you don't feel morally comfortable with. For example you may really desire marriage but the offer has been 'let's live together'. You may be looking at a job or business opportunity but you question how ethical it is. Seek out an advisor you can trust such as a teacher, priest, parent or anyone you have respect for. They will be happy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card 4 (The Lovers) : What is going for you »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New love and commitment will enter your life, even if there's no one on the horizon - be prepared for a surprise. Throw caution to the wind and expect joyous and happy times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card 5 (Strength) : What is going against you »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negativity and lack of self control are your real enemies. If you are finding certain addictions in your life are taking a hold, be it smoking or drinking for example, look inward for you hearts true strength and self-belief. Change your attitude and be positive and you will reap great rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card 6 (Justice) : Outcome »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice will be done. Decisions will go in your favour, particularly regarding partnerships or legal matters. A time for some good luck and reward for your good deeds in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1175121194098909438?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1175121194098909438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-tarot-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1175121194098909438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1175121194098909438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-tarot-reading.html' title='My tarot reading'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-5071774173840928658</id><published>2010-06-10T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:16:23.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all of a sudden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how you can change me the way you did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-5071774173840928658?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/5071774173840928658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-of-sudden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5071774173840928658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5071774173840928658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-of-sudden.html' title='all of a sudden'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-4340648210419511316</id><published>2010-06-10T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:55:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my books, lovely books =))</title><content type='html'>i'm upset today.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why, then i turned around and meet them.&lt;br /&gt;Precious old books of mine, aah how i miss hunting them with my father..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,i've decided i'm gonna start read them again and review them in my blog. hhe&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll be inspired to read them too, they're great. Takes you to dream land.&lt;br /&gt;They say Pisces people love and dream about livin in the dream. I guess thats true, and that's come true when i read and dream to be in the far away land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, please, don't take me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-4340648210419511316?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/4340648210419511316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-books-lovely-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4340648210419511316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4340648210419511316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-books-lovely-books.html' title='my books, lovely books =))'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7747377219568889552</id><published>2010-06-10T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:44:39.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love someone the way they are. seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always confused about this sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly the one that made this never fall in love. hha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the point is when you had that butterfly in your gut, you know this person is the one ( for the moment ). We try this and that to looked like the one he / she wants from a boyfriend / gf. So it's the first change we make for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got them, being a gf/bf never felt so good because you love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But again, the boredom waves kicks in. Yeah, it sucks. You have to change the way you play your game, the way you treat your lover. It's the second change we made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like my friend stated to me last night, " Im gonna change myself, so she still be with me at the end. Maybe it's about time i changed anyway."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it's blinding you, seriously. You will find yourself changed after a while, you're not the old you. Love changes you, and thats not wrong, the sentence on the other hand, kinda wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a piece of random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7747377219568889552?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7747377219568889552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-someone-way-they-are-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7747377219568889552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7747377219568889552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-someone-way-they-are-seriously.html' title='love someone the way they are. seriously?'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7352360716675182622</id><published>2010-06-10T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:32:28.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>communicate well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night i have this little chat with my friend, we're talking about the importance of communicate well. From his point of view, he stated that no communication it's okay when you have the right tool to show them what do you want, in this case making communications tools.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The human touch is important. When we can touch somebody else's feeling, we GOT them. The problem is people too much arguing about wheter communication behaviour will vanished alongside the IT growth. To me, it'll never vanished, can you feel the warmth in your heart when you're having a chitchat with some stranger on the bus? It's great right? It's reminds you how great people are. How amazing this life takin every other people to their road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when someone said communication is not that important, tell them " Do you know eventhough you're quite, your gesture, your eyes, your whole body is communicating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can not not communicate - Wilbur .S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7352360716675182622?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7352360716675182622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/communicate-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7352360716675182622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7352360716675182622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/communicate-well.html' title='communicate well.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-3664375581545986431</id><published>2010-06-08T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T04:49:48.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eager. want. ambition. lust.</title><content type='html'>how u differentiate those 4 words? im clueless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-3664375581545986431?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/3664375581545986431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/eager-want-ambition-lust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3664375581545986431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3664375581545986431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/eager-want-ambition-lust.html' title='eager. want. ambition. lust.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7365382442801820797</id><published>2010-06-05T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:47:03.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about wrong turn.</title><content type='html'>So when you know you're making a wrong turn? Of course it's when you turned and found that t's not the path you search.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what will people say about people making wrong turn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Ah, you're just a quitter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Are you serious? Maybe you should stay longer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Quit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in my opinion it's a common thing, you making the wrong turn, making the wrong choice, and that sort of things. What really matter is what will you do about it. Will you just stand still being regretful? Or you're going bold and turn around? People will say lots of things, they just have opinion for everything. What really matters is what you feel. Are you happy? If not, then what's the point? Go turn around find your new path. It's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we're making the wrong turn, in that second we just know, that that path will no longer be a choice in your life. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7365382442801820797?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7365382442801820797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-wrong-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7365382442801820797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7365382442801820797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-wrong-turn.html' title='about wrong turn.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7030011245563049568</id><published>2010-05-22T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T04:50:16.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you have no right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have this increadible lesson from the series Law and Order : SVU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So this episode is about a woman that own a suicide-helping website for all the people who want to end their life because they can't handle the pain in their life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This go to the first trial, when the lawyer push this woman to admit that she has NO RIGHT to end people's life. Then here it comes the great perspective:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The woman, " STOP! You have no idea about my pain, about their pain! Who do you think you are? Judging people about their own life? You live your life ithout feeling my pain, their pain, why are you the one to JUDGE? Open your eyes, everybody have their own right. Open you eyes. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and i couldn't agree more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My bestfriend said the same thing that day, about everybody keep messing with her, pushing her around to think like others think, do what others do. She simply said, " When it comes to making desicion, just please leave it at me. I have my own reasons, my own kinda life, maybe you don't get my reason, but what the hell. I Do believe it's in my hand. Stop judging by your standart, people."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So i conclude this by my special message that everybody's different, don't ever think that you're the one with the biggest problem, the worst life, the messed-up family. Everybody have their own messed-up things, if you have the pleasure to have a perfect life, just don't close your eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Know your environment, see that everyone is different, why they choose to play around with their life, or bust their ass of to make money, don't judge. Because we can't know about everything, because that why Allah creates us different to know each other, to learn from each other, to learn to tolerate, to negotiate, to be patience.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So when you see people make a decision that simply unrational for you, let it be. It's their right, if you are really care about them, simply be there when they're down, and need you the most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Well, like i always said, "never judge,never will"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7030011245563049568?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7030011245563049568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-have-no-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7030011245563049568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7030011245563049568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-have-no-right.html' title='you have no right.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-5162494731648838065</id><published>2010-05-20T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:44:41.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an intern!</title><content type='html'>so i'm excited for my first day at &lt;i&gt;Initiative Media Agency.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda excited..but scared too at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;am i cut for media people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. guess the best wa to handle is to say&amp;nbsp;yes and try,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm posting about it soon i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;i&gt; Lowe&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to choose, cause i want the both, but i can't, i can't be that greedy,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOPLAA!!!! absurd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-5162494731648838065?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/5162494731648838065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/intern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5162494731648838065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5162494731648838065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/intern.html' title='an intern!'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8614671882348470847</id><published>2010-05-18T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:46:41.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shock.</title><content type='html'>shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8614671882348470847?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8614671882348470847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8614671882348470847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8614671882348470847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/shock.html' title='shock.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1443553423609126557</id><published>2010-05-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:08:30.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take me to irish land'/><title type='text'>again Ireland. Brb to heaven.</title><content type='html'>So i don't know what i should call it. Two days in a row it's all about Ireland to me.&lt;br /&gt;First, leap year.&lt;br /&gt;Now, P.S. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fix then. I'm going to Ireland&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.. one day. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-642PYSlTI/AAAAAAAAADA/fp3oH2k6VrQ/s1600/ps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-642PYSlTI/AAAAAAAAADA/fp3oH2k6VrQ/s320/ps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1443553423609126557?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1443553423609126557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/again-ireland-brb-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1443553423609126557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1443553423609126557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/again-ireland-brb-to-heaven.html' title='again Ireland. Brb to heaven.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-642PYSlTI/AAAAAAAAADA/fp3oH2k6VrQ/s72-c/ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-5940334705974190563</id><published>2010-05-14T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:04:57.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leap year</title><content type='html'>God, simply love the movie. I know the storyline is not so different from any other romantic-comedy movie. But the places, WALES, GOd, take me to Irish land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this tradition that women can propose to their boyfriend every 29th of February, and they will have their happily ever after. The main character, Anna, flew over 2000 miles to be with her boyfriend and propose him, in Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the adventure Anna has to be with her boyfriend will make you laugh your hearts off. Trust me, just enjoy the scenery. THAT"S AMAZIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-1YCPdUHBI/AAAAAAAAACw/r5qbKSLwQcI/s1600/lea%5B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-1YCPdUHBI/AAAAAAAAACw/r5qbKSLwQcI/s320/lea%5B.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-1YK3SWpMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8cbXBDkfNjk/s1600/2010_leap_year_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-1YK3SWpMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8cbXBDkfNjk/s320/2010_leap_year_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"take me to Irish laaandddd"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-5940334705974190563?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/5940334705974190563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/leap-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5940334705974190563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5940334705974190563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/leap-year.html' title='leap year'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-1YCPdUHBI/AAAAAAAAACw/r5qbKSLwQcI/s72-c/lea%5B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1064046802969489238</id><published>2010-05-13T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T04:13:33.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>errr, is it okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-vehIrBi_I/AAAAAAAAACg/W17GJKoK5_0/s1600/xl+vs+simpati.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-vehIrBi_I/AAAAAAAAACg/W17GJKoK5_0/s320/xl+vs+simpati.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Gw cuma bisa shock liat keberadaan 2 billboard provider papan atas di Indonesia ini.. Any comment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1064046802969489238?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1064046802969489238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/errr-is-it-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1064046802969489238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1064046802969489238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/errr-is-it-okay.html' title='errr, is it okay?'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-vehIrBi_I/AAAAAAAAACg/W17GJKoK5_0/s72-c/xl+vs+simpati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-5911508817056718669</id><published>2010-05-12T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:25:51.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>know. think. see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-uaGJ6nn7I/AAAAAAAAACY/a72CeTTd2yk/s1600/proverb_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-uaGJ6nn7I/AAAAAAAAACY/a72CeTTd2yk/s320/proverb_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Beware of what you say, you never know how much you hurt someone. How bad you made them think about their self. Know, that NO ONE deserve to feel bad because of your existence. Everybody have their own purpose, their own way to express their self. Think, that NO ONE is wrong. They just have a different set of mind, different set of goals. See, that YOU are the same person that everybody are. You don't want to be hurt, so don't hurt others.At least, not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isn't it be a peace world if everybody get it? ahh.. if it's up to me..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Fatima Amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-5911508817056718669?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/5911508817056718669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/know-think-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5911508817056718669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5911508817056718669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/know-think-see.html' title='know. think. see.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-uaGJ6nn7I/AAAAAAAAACY/a72CeTTd2yk/s72-c/proverb_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-3174521923703936627</id><published>2010-05-12T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:15:46.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>read it. feel it. do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-uYT3xuyvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eyj2Ej3AZUo/s1600/so+kewl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-uYT3xuyvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eyj2Ej3AZUo/s320/so+kewl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture i see in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://principessalavienz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://principessalavienz.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, and it is soo good, i have to repost it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;To me the "talk less, say more" is what everybody should do to end the war. Haha Well, if it's up to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-3174521923703936627?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/3174521923703936627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/read-it-feel-it-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3174521923703936627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3174521923703936627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/read-it-feel-it-do-it.html' title='read it. feel it. do it.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-uYT3xuyvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eyj2Ej3AZUo/s72-c/so+kewl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7428658274228292224</id><published>2010-05-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:56:06.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life by my moments</title><content type='html'>i'm the kinda girl who loves her friends too much, i forgot to love myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kinda girl who life to experience as many moments as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Experience every step of your life-cycle, don't try to fast-forward it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this sentence so much, i make my friends aware of it also. I hate it when other people feel like rushing their life, come on what's the point? When you still have the time to just lay around and play, may as well you enjoy it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday my college mates and myself &amp;nbsp;try to have an internship experience, when everybody racing to get the internship program ( including me ), i think the opposite way, am i fast-forwarding my life? God, i don't wanna do it, i wanna be the present me, not the future me.&lt;br /&gt;But what if i am being the future me?&lt;br /&gt;What if the present me is experiencing the maturity part right now?&lt;br /&gt;What if i need this to be my new moment of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing.&lt;br /&gt;I life by my moments, always have always will. My friends used to say that i can't miss anything cause i LOVE to be involved in anything. I'm a moment's capture, i keep every moments so it builds up to my life experience. I love my experience to be rich, so i choose to have every moments that i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i come to this conclusion, if i have my internship this June, than it'll be my new moment. And it's not a fast-forward thingy, it's just me experiencing how it is to be a grown up for a while. So when i'm back being a college student, i now exactly how to be grateful for my play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a neat plan? hiihhii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherioo! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7428658274228292224?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7428658274228292224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-by-my-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7428658274228292224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7428658274228292224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-by-my-moments.html' title='life by my moments'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1000315641527471041</id><published>2010-05-12T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:35:17.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe not this time.</title><content type='html'>Maybe not this time,&lt;br /&gt;not this time to breathe&lt;br /&gt;not this time to be free&lt;br /&gt;not this time to be me&lt;br /&gt;not this time to be complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not this way,&lt;br /&gt;not this way to be me&lt;br /&gt;not this way to be free&lt;br /&gt;not this way to be completed&lt;br /&gt;not this way to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not this heart,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not this second,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not that heart&lt;br /&gt;not that heart to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1000315641527471041?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1000315641527471041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-not-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1000315641527471041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1000315641527471041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-not-this-time.html' title='maybe not this time.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-480274642853191578</id><published>2010-05-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:38:24.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice girl role.</title><content type='html'>" You be a good girl. " My Dad used to say. &lt;br /&gt;I keep it in my heart, everyday being my best &lt;br /&gt;to be nice, &lt;br /&gt;to act nice, &lt;br /&gt;to mean nice,&lt;br /&gt;to think nice,&lt;br /&gt;to smile nice,&lt;br /&gt;to talk nice,&lt;br /&gt;to dress nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep this role, all my life. it suits me perfectly, i meant to be a nice girl. People know that i am nice. They can count on me, they can trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years of my life being this plain nice girl, this year God give me the chance to play mean. &lt;br /&gt;I HATE it. I dont do mean. I hate to not being guilty to being mean. I hate  being heartless, i hate saying what i truly mean, what i truly feel, cause it hurt people. It's hurt to hurt people. But i done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i need it to stop, i need to stop being heartless. Cause people around me too precious to be hurted. &lt;br /&gt;well, not everyone get it, buat i do it for myself. I need my nice role back. I need to feel nice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend said, sooner or later you have to handle yourself when people say you're a disappointment, so you grow tougher, stronger.&lt;br /&gt;That's why God give me this situation, to let me learn the other role, the other mindset. It makes me grow, hope everybody else thinking the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody deserve their happiness, when you're not happy just keep on moving. Life's might surprise you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-480274642853191578?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/480274642853191578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/nice-girl-role.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/480274642853191578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/480274642853191578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/nice-girl-role.html' title='nice girl role.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1549676370071651855</id><published>2010-05-11T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T05:07:37.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BoyBand attack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lId_vm0PI/AAAAAAAAACI/ofhR4o9KMvk/s1600/jt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lId_vm0PI/AAAAAAAAACI/ofhR4o9KMvk/s320/jt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982902582694130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lIdvmAlcI/AAAAAAAAACA/Kcy0B3SPeu0/s1600/bsb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lIdvmAlcI/AAAAAAAAACA/Kcy0B3SPeu0/s320/bsb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982898247472578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lIdOku_TI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4zzyBDeVS-w/s1600/westlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lIdOku_TI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4zzyBDeVS-w/s320/westlife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982889383755058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody yeaaahh&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaahhh&lt;br /&gt;Rock your body yeaahh&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha this post will be filled with my current hobby, listening to the old boyband's song! Yeaaay!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Westlife, OF COURSE, the best boyband ever. Followed with Backstreet Boys, and N*Sync ( Just because of Justin appearance). I dont know from a couple of days a go, i start to listen to these songs, and find that their lyric is soo good and  sweet. Call me a freak, but i love how these guys adjust their tone to this sweet lyric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop : WESTLIFE! Kyaaa&lt;br /&gt;Flying Without Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well to me is waking up beside you. To watch the sunrise on your face. To know that i can say i love you, in any given time or place. It's the little thing that only i know, those are the things that make you mine. And it's like flying without wings, cause you're my special thing. Im flying without wings. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE LYRIICCC, right? Who will say something so sweet rather than Shane? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second : BACKSTREET BOYS&lt;br /&gt;Drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I'm a drifter Late at night 'Cause I long for the safety Of flowing freely In your arms I don't need another life line It's not for me 'Cause only you can save me Oh can't you see I can't imagine life Without your love And even forever don't seem Like long enough "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third : N*SYNC!&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'll just hang around and find some things to do To take my mind off missing you and I know in my heart You can't say that you don't love me too Please say you do.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice nice break up song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wrap it up for this post. hhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherioo! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1549676370071651855?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1549676370071651855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/boyband-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1549676370071651855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1549676370071651855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/boyband-attack.html' title='BoyBand attack!!'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lId_vm0PI/AAAAAAAAACI/ofhR4o9KMvk/s72-c/jt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1294206718381551709</id><published>2010-05-11T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T04:38:59.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lBxyExNQI/AAAAAAAAABw/YwF3FbrOQ9s/s1600/01052010885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lBxyExNQI/AAAAAAAAABw/YwF3FbrOQ9s/s320/01052010885.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469975545929348354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lBxkeftGI/AAAAAAAAABo/31uJCK3FStQ/s1600/02052010922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lBxkeftGI/AAAAAAAAABo/31uJCK3FStQ/s320/02052010922.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469975542279156834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lBxVsbGgI/AAAAAAAAABg/zGRcSmhi8VI/s1600/02052010012-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/S-lBxVsbGgI/AAAAAAAAABg/zGRcSmhi8VI/s320/02052010012-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469975538311043586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This title come from one of my fav song, Free Falling by John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gonna free fall out into nothin’&lt;br /&gt;Gonna leave this world for a while"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm having my getaway, my free fall, about last week. And Garut is my choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i miss having my phone off, and only listen my own thought. For the first since so many weeks i spent managing this and that, i can think about simple things, do simple chores, act silly with my dear cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time i spend to be me, to simply have a nap. To rest. There i found what's real to me, my family. They not there because of their duty, they not laugh because they have to, they simply love me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garut is a nice, quite place. You can get around the town in about 15minutes top. ME and my family kinda lost a couple of times though for not speaking good Sundanese. hahahh. But it is fun, and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go there, to Sampireun. About Sampireun i can't say much, only beent there half an hour, but it is romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pict!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1294206718381551709?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1294206718381551709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/05/free-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1294206718381551709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1294206718381551709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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there's someone for everyone "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger&lt;br /&gt;I saw my daddy cry&lt;br /&gt;And curse at the wind&lt;br /&gt;He broke his own heart&lt;br /&gt;And I watched&lt;br /&gt;As he tried to reassemble it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my momma swore that&lt;br /&gt;She would never let herself forget&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day that I promised&lt;br /&gt;I'd never sing of love&lt;br /&gt;If it does not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darling,&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I know, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;That love never lasts&lt;br /&gt;And we've got to find other ways&lt;br /&gt;To make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Keep a straight face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've always lived like this&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a comfortable, distance&lt;br /&gt;And up until now&lt;br /&gt;I had sworn to myself that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Content with loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because none of it was ever worth the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tight grip on reality&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;Let go of what's in front of me here&lt;br /&gt;I know you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way to 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href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-particular-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3229025150554511025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3229025150554511025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-particular-feeling.html' title='this particular feeling'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7155496560937000641</id><published>2010-04-23T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:27:54.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am not a commodity</title><content type='html'>Let's see what famous people said about friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "A friend is someone, who upon seeing another friend in immense pain, would rather be the one experiencing the pain than to have to watch their friend suffer."&lt;br /&gt;- Amanda Grier &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Choose your friends carefully. Your enemies will choose you."&lt;br /&gt;-Yassir Arafat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you haven't learned what friendship means then you haven't learned anything" &lt;br /&gt;-muhamid alli &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you see their talking about how you need a friend to survive in your life. But not to commodify your friends. NEVER ever makes your friend think she's been used by you. It;s not cool, never ever will be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short post, too furious and disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7155496560937000641?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7155496560937000641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-not-commodity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7155496560937000641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7155496560937000641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-not-commodity.html' title='am not a commodity'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7549561119307353277</id><published>2010-04-13T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:17:24.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Posted By Fachri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7549561119307353277?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7549561119307353277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/fix-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7549561119307353277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7549561119307353277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/fix-you.html' title=''/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7861112945281993896</id><published>2010-04-12T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:53:44.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a mess, i am.</title><content type='html'>I'll say i'm ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;I beg for this, i said i'm ready for this, but then i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okay when you're failing, but not when it involved other people's feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you, i know that. I want to want this, truly do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know how, how? &lt;br /&gt;How to want this, how to balance this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, i am.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fake this, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being mean, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good in being a friend, but turns out i'm bad handling people that care about me. God, how i hate when people starts caring too much about me. What's wrong with me? Isn't that suppose to be great to have someone care about you? I don't know.. It sure doesn't feel that way right now. I prefer to be left alone, i feel comfortable that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be this stubborn, huh?&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so sure about me?&lt;br /&gt;How can you handle me?&lt;br /&gt;You don't get me, but you're trying your best. I applaud you for that, cause i'll hate me if i'm you. I hate how i can be so careless when you need me. When i be so mean and cruel even after you're being too kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you can fix me?&lt;br /&gt;i AM a mess, i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7861112945281993896?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7861112945281993896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-mess-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7861112945281993896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7861112945281993896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-mess-i-am.html' title='i&apos;m a mess, i am.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-3787078760813755879</id><published>2010-04-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:53:40.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be a better me, she does.</title><content type='html'>This is yet another story of another precious person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's another she. &lt;br /&gt;She's been in my life not that long but long enough to let me learn a LOT from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that i'm a rock. She let me know that being weak is human.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think i'm a failure. She brings out the best side of me.&lt;br /&gt;I once stuck at my sadness. She cheer me out of the dark spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on about her, but still won't picture her appropriately. She come to my life in my weakest point. She takes me to this new set of mind, set of goals, set of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From scratch to a masterpiece, i know she's able to do almost anything. I can say she's one of my role models, i see her as someone who knows wheres she's going, and how to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ambition tend to let her down easily, but that is part of her charm. Her voice, her work habits, i have no other word but admiration. People say she's my best friend, i'd say she's my personal weed. And it's been an incredible year getting high with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'd say,&lt;br /&gt;She's a rock&lt;br /&gt;She's the rock that makes me this better person.&lt;br /&gt;She's Dinda Sarasannisa. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'll say, "It's the story of our life that makes us human, tell your story"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-3787078760813755879?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/3787078760813755879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-be-better-me-she-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3787078760813755879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3787078760813755879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-be-better-me-she-does.html' title='To be a better me, she does.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-4120431464995734202</id><published>2010-04-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:41:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for one more day</title><content type='html'>For One More Day by Mitch Albom, di buku ini tokoh utamanya diberi kesempatan menjali sehari penuh bersama almarhum ibunya. Membayar semua rasa rindu dan rasa bersalah yang dia punya ke ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw mikir, kalo itu terjadi di gw, i wanna have one day of my past, i really do. I wanna feel how it feels to feel again. To be free and talk about what you feel to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be great, to be the old me. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-4120431464995734202?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/4120431464995734202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-one-more-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4120431464995734202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4120431464995734202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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do what I've done &lt;br /&gt;I missed life &lt;br /&gt;I missed the colours of the world &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone go where I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over this &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone see me down here &lt;br /&gt;The feeling's gone &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to lift me up &lt;br /&gt;Back into the world I've known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;To find my way back into the arms &lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's down to this &lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense &lt;br /&gt;And now I can't do what I've done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself &lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun &lt;br /&gt;That shines the life away from me &lt;br /&gt;To find my way back into the arms &lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me &lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-318392658228193164?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7877694887091023499</id><published>2010-04-07T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:24:13.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an in between</title><content type='html'>When you're in the blue side, you'll say that the green way is wrong and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find yourself in the green side, you'll say the blues get it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It simple, not 100% right. But you feel that certainity. That absolute feeling about your position.&lt;br /&gt;Different story if you're an in between. You just an't decide. Because you know you're not a blue, you're not a green. You're a blueish green, or a greenish blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, you know the blue way is the right one, but you're doing what a green people do. &lt;br /&gt;So? can you blame the one doing green? Even when it hurts you're friends, you now it's what you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm not picking side.&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels being in the green zone.&lt;br /&gt;And i respect the blue, i truly do. It's just sometimes it's more complicated to pick side, to pick an attitude, when you're damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7877694887091023499?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7877694887091023499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7877694887091023499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7877694887091023499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-between.html' title='an in between'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7535370118605230378</id><published>2010-04-06T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T06:30:00.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>year book syndrome</title><content type='html'>I never open my year book. I asked my friend to write things in it when i graduated, then i never open it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have a year book syndrome, that wave of sadness and memory, blaagh i don't handle it well. Today i happen to faing a real life year book. Today i'm walking in the same path as i do about 3 years a go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same plae. Sama situation. Different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when i walk on that path by myself, a little part of me hope that what i will see at the end of this day will be the same. But then, it doesn't. But i turned out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while i try my harder not to remember things i don't have, i realize better things at the new end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my memory from 3 years a go, slowly replaed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. relieved. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7535370118605230378?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7535370118605230378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-book-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7535370118605230378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7535370118605230378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-book-syndrome.html' title='year book syndrome'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-2295356321197922405</id><published>2010-04-06T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:50:32.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this dear friend of mine</title><content type='html'>I wanna tell you this story about a dear friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say she's a fragile girl, no she isn't.&lt;br /&gt;I won't say she's a whiny girl, no she isn't.&lt;br /&gt;I won't say she's an unstable girl, no she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are things i won't say about her, and these are things i will say about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a full of love person&lt;br /&gt;she has the most positive mind in her true state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;she loves people in many ways, she's there and still be your friends even after you show her you're mean.&lt;br /&gt;she loves people without doubt, not 50 - 50 like many people do these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beause of these reason, people let her down easily. She thinks the best of everybody, she's what i think of a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;She's simply herself, not afraid to be loveless, she spread many love to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, seeing she's hurt? I feel like my lovefull friend looked so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;No way, dear friend i'm gonna let you be this fragile, i know you're not. You're tough in your own way, more than me, more than any other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never afraid to love, i adore you dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-2295356321197922405?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/2295356321197922405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-dear-friend-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/2295356321197922405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/2295356321197922405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-dear-friend-of-mine.html' title='this dear friend of mine'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8568689317676452008</id><published>2010-04-06T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:33:44.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this feeling, dejavu</title><content type='html'>When i first step my feet at UI i feel this sense, like a homey feel. I don't know why, but that feeling lead me to work my ass off for UI. And with so many support from friends and family, i get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, that feeling strut me one again. I don't wanna tell you what plae i'm stepping my feet into now. I just hope this time, i'll bust my ass off to get it. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day on, i'm gonna write one thing everyday, this thing will be about something that i found interesting and new to me. So one day i'll go to this blog, and relive my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8568689317676452008?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8568689317676452008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-feeling-dejavu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8568689317676452008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8568689317676452008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-feeling-dejavu.html' title='this feeling, dejavu'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-3432228525904859310</id><published>2010-04-05T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:31:02.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need to need</title><content type='html'>I'm proud to say that i'm an independent girl. I don't like when what i'm doing have to bother another people. But don't get me wrong, i never feel weird around new people, i make friends any day of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just when it involves depending to other people i tend to bolt in my own way. I dunno why, but this habit been with me as long as i  remember. Sometimes it makes me going to a rough path by myself, but that feels just alright to me. This habit never felt wrong until i find myself a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends said to me that it's okay to depend on someone, but i feel like i ant depend on the person. He's not around, so it feels like no use to tell him whats bothering me,he wont be here anyway, so why bother? Is it wrong? I don't know, to me it's not. When i let myself go dependent i will be so needy, and when i think the person won't be able to fill the need, i'll be the tough one, i'll be the oh-so-independent one. When the real thing is i need to need someone, and someone i feel like i deserve a better situation than right now. But when it all seem impossible to have, why bother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-3432228525904859310?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/3432228525904859310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-to-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3432228525904859310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3432228525904859310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-to-need.html' title='need to need'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8695742387745786801</id><published>2009-12-24T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T05:20:48.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing and bad feeling</title><content type='html'>Well, im on my worst mood in the week. So let me be mellow..&lt;br /&gt;I know you've said your excuses&lt;br /&gt;i know you can't change who you are&lt;br /&gt;i know you have your priorities&lt;br /&gt;I know, of all people, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its SUCKS when i fell used by you. Because i know you'll never do such a terrible thing. I know you're there, but somehow i started to doubt that. Am i overreacting ? I dunno, maybe i am, maybe i'm not. This disappointment i feel it's too HUGE to ignore. And if i have to give up, then be it. &lt;br /&gt;It sucks that you do nothing, you know? Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I came to you the hour I was in pain&lt;br /&gt;Looking for answers, I cried to you in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared the many skeletons hiding in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I knew then you'd be my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles ran like rivers, flowing through my life,&lt;br /&gt;You picked the pieces up and help me through my strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When home wasn't home to me no more,&lt;br /&gt;You opened up your heart, and opened up the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cried into night until the early morn.&lt;br /&gt;We solaced each other's pain and shared our many thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time flew, the air grew thick,&lt;br /&gt;I saw our friendship fading, and my heart grew sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had arrived,&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahh.. so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8695742387745786801?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8695742387745786801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/12/losing-and-bad-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8695742387745786801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8695742387745786801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/12/losing-and-bad-feeling.html' title='losing and bad feeling'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1218070667304399812</id><published>2009-12-20T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:12:31.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess i can be happy, at last.</title><content type='html'>I'll keep this thing for myself for a while, i decide.&lt;br /&gt;No guys, i'm not sharing this feeling now. I need to make sure, this is what i want, and i'm gonna make sure i'm strong enough to answer all your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when i'm with myself thinking about what-could-be-happening-right-now, im sincerely happy.&lt;br /&gt;There, i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna be easy though, but i can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you answer it to me please.&lt;br /&gt;Cos im in my happy place, no question needs to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1218070667304399812?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1218070667304399812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-i-can-be-happy-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1218070667304399812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1218070667304399812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-i-can-be-happy-at-last.html' title='guess i can be happy, at last.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8492549423531254516</id><published>2009-12-19T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:22:21.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh,shoot. We're growing up.</title><content type='html'>Looking right and left&lt;br /&gt;Picking to my past and continue building my future&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, am i missing something?&lt;br /&gt;Where all the fun go?&lt;br /&gt;It's all about responsibility now&lt;br /&gt;Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it feels like i'm 16 again&lt;br /&gt;But then, what's the big difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the confusion! I guess it's not here when i'm 16.&lt;br /&gt;All and aall it come to this last sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, i'm growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8492549423531254516?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8492549423531254516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohshoot-were-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8492549423531254516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8492549423531254516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohshoot-were-growing-up.html' title='Oh,shoot. We&apos;re growing up.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-6857774646022162097</id><published>2009-08-28T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:34:55.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still a friend of mine?</title><content type='html'>Bagi gw, temen itu penting. Untuk punya orang yang bisa ada di samping lo apapun yang lo alamin itu menjadi salah satu penyebab sebuah momen terasa lebih lengkap. Maupun momen itu sedih atau bahagia temen selalu bisa ngisi momen itu dengan baik.&lt;br /&gt;So losing friend? Bukan sesuatu yang bisa gw terima.&lt;br /&gt;Sesigkat apapun lo temenan sama orang, tetep mereka udah ngisi momen dalam hidup lo untuk itu mereka harus tetap disitu dan complete the stories, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat tiba-tiba seseorang itu hilang begitu saja, timbul banyak pertanyaan pasti, kayak yang sekarang ada di pikiran gw, " Apa dari awal itu sebuah pertemanan? Atau hanya sebuah teriakan minta tolong dari seorang kawan?" Yahh yang jelas itu aneh. Paling nggak bagi gw itu jelas-jelas aneh. Hal ini sedikit membuat gw amaze, how fast you go from being close friend to become a complete stranger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, apakah pantes masi disebut temen? still a friend of mine? Nope, i dont think so. Saat seseorang gak cukup peduli sama gw, untuk apa gw masih peduli sama dia, ya kan?&lt;br /&gt;Sangat menyedihkan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-6857774646022162097?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/6857774646022162097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-friend-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/6857774646022162097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/6857774646022162097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-friend-of-mine.html' title='still a friend of mine?'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-5761282495108378317</id><published>2009-08-19T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:52:33.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's call the whole thing off, but not yet! hhe</title><content type='html'>Baru dapet lagu ini dari si Fahri ( bener ga si ?) hhe daaan liriknya LUCU SEKALIII!!&lt;br /&gt;Silahkan dinikmati kawan-kawan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis Armstrong feat Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have come to a pretty pass&lt;br /&gt;Our romance is growing flat,&lt;br /&gt;For you like this and the other&lt;br /&gt;While I go for this and that,&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows what the end will be&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know where I'm at&lt;br /&gt;It looks as if we two will never be one&lt;br /&gt;Something must be done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus - 1&lt;br /&gt;You say either and I say either, You say neither and I say neither&lt;br /&gt;Either, either Neither, neither, Let's call the whole thing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like potato and I like potahto, You like tomato and I like tomahto&lt;br /&gt;Potato, potahto, Tomato, tomahto, Let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, if we call the whole thing off Then we must part&lt;br /&gt;And oh, if we ever part, then that might break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you like pyjamas and I like pyjahmas, I'll wear pyjamas and give up&lt;br /&gt;pyajahmas&lt;br /&gt;For we know we need each other so we , Better call the whole off off&lt;br /&gt;Let's call the whole thing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus - 2&lt;br /&gt;You say laughter and I say larfter, You say after and I say arfter&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, larfter after arfter, Let's call the whole thing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like vanilla and I like vanella, You saspiralla, and I saspirella&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla vanella chocolate strawberry, Let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh if we call the whole thing of then we must part&lt;br /&gt;And oh, if we ever part, then that might break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you go for oysters and I go for ersters, I'll order oysters and cancel&lt;br /&gt;the ersters&lt;br /&gt;For we know we need each other so we, Better call the calling off off,&lt;br /&gt;Let's call the whole thing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus - 3&lt;br /&gt;I say father, and you say pater, I saw mother and you say mater&lt;br /&gt;Pater, mater Uncle, auntie, let's call the whole thing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like bananas and you like banahnahs, I say Havana and I get Havahnah&lt;br /&gt;Bananas, banahnahs Havana, Havahnah, Go your way, I'll go mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I go for scallops and you go for lobsters, So all right no contest we'll&lt;br /&gt;order lobseter&lt;br /&gt;For we know we need each other so we, Better call the calling off off,&lt;br /&gt;Let's call the whole thing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out i LOVE this kindda music! LOVE IT! MAkasi rii!hhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-5761282495108378317?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/5761282495108378317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-call-whole-thing-off-but-not-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5761282495108378317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/5761282495108378317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-call-whole-thing-off-but-not-yet.html' title='let&apos;s call the whole thing off, but not yet! hhe'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-3580544404748459774</id><published>2009-08-16T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:05:17.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music and meaningful lyrics.</title><content type='html'>“Gila, lagu ini gue banget.” &lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari kita mendengarkan lagu, di dalam mobil, di kantor, di rumah, sampai sewaktu di jalan pun kita mendengarkan lagu. Lagu dikatakan sebagai pengiring kehidupan sehari – hari kita. Perkataan seperti diatas tentu menjadi tidak asing di kehidupan kita sehari – hari. Banyak orang merasakan bahwa sebuah suasana dapat didukung oleh lagu – lagu tertentu, bahwa sebuah lagu dapat mempengaruhi perasaan mereka. Perasaan kita ini dipengaruhi oleh 2 elemen penting dalam lagu, yaitu lirik dan irama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lirik, perkataan yang tertuang di dalam sebuah lagu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam sebuah artikelnya, Amar Mahmood, seorang penulis beraliran filsafat, mengatakan, “Di dalam lagu terdapat melodi, irama, gelombang frekuansi, vibrasi, getaran, anda boleh panggil apa yang anda suka, tetapi ia adalah satu gelombang frekuensi atau energi yang akan mempengaruhi gelombang otak anda.” Dari sini kita bisa tahu bahwa apa yang kita rasakan saat mendengerkan lagu merupakan hasil kerja otak kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi kaum remaja sebagai konsumer utama dari lagu – lagu populer, apa yang mereka dengarkan dapat membantu mereka mengatasi mood mereka saat itu. Saat sedih, mendengarkan lagu – lagu berirama mellow dapat memberi perasaan yang seirama dengan isi hati mereka. Saat marah, irama hard-rock atau heavy-metal menyuarakan isi hati mereka. Hal ini semakin memperkuat peran lagu dalam kehidupan sehari – hari mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang sama berlaku buat gw. Jelas banget orang bisa tau apa yang lagi gw rasain dengan nebak lagu apa yang lagi gw ulang-ulang terus di list lagu gw di handphone. Ada masanya gw dengerin "Always Be My BaBy" nya DAvid Cook, hhe yaa dengerin aja liriknya kira-kira kenapa tu lagu gw dengerin mulu. Ada juga masa-masa ga berenti dengerin lagu "Goin Where The Wind Blows" Mr Big, waktu gw bener2 lagi happy sama pilihan gw. Yaa banyak yang lainnya laah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gw bilang, gw lagi dengerin lagu-lagu yang dengan sangat absurd gw pilih dari playlist gw, sampe lagu Warkop hasil cekokan si fahcry, jadii bagaimana mood gw saat inii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. fun thing to write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-3580544404748459774?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/3580544404748459774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-and-meaningful-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3580544404748459774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3580544404748459774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-and-meaningful-lyrics.html' title='music and meaningful lyrics.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-2549943928985117655</id><published>2009-08-14T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:03:34.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Nulis nih gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih gambaran perasaan gw sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             not so cheery anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-2549943928985117655?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/2549943928985117655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/2549943928985117655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/2549943928985117655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-955201998955729145</id><published>2009-07-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:47:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Harry Meet Sally</title><content type='html'>Ada yang udah ntn film ini?&lt;br /&gt;Kalo belum gw sangat SARANKAN buat nonton, ah no one can't get enough of great coincidence-true-love-story,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi Harry ketemu Sally saat mereka baru lulus kuliah dan mau berangkat ke New York. MEreka gak kenal satu sama lain,tapi si Harry nebeng mobilnya Sally sampe sana. Sepanjang jalan pembicaraannya berlangsung lancar dan seru bgt! *hebat banget deh Meg Ryan. Sampe akhirnya sampe di kota tujuan dan mereka berpisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lima tahun kemudian mereka ketemu lagi secara gak sengaja, Sally pacaran sama temnnya Harry, dan HArry udah mau menikah. Mereka satu pesawat, and again the great conversation happend. SAmpai di airport, mereka pisah lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enam tahun kemudian, mereka ketemu lagi, SAlly single dan Harry pun baru cerai, lalu mereka nyoba buat temenan, walaupun, i quote Harry " Man and woman can't be friends, the sex thing will always get in the way." ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story begins,, ahh MUST SEEN MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis nonton ini membuat gw bertanya-tanya segitu susahnya ketemu orang yang bisa dapet chemistrynya sama kita? Sampe kadang-kadang kita gak nyadar dia muncul dalam wujud seorang temen nebeng doang gitu. Gw orang yang sangat mementingkan chemistry sama pasangan gw, kalo gak ada, yaa gabisa dimulai apa2. Salah ya? Banyak orang merasa harus dicoba dulu baru bisa dijudge, tapi kalo gada ketertarikan buat apa? Ahh memusingkan, why can't everything be as simple as first love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-955201998955729145?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/955201998955729145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-harry-meet-sally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/955201998955729145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/955201998955729145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-harry-meet-sally.html' title='When Harry Meet Sally'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1907066508441466050</id><published>2009-07-12T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:44:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all at sea.</title><content type='html'>Blaagh! i simply hate it when people exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah lah ya, santai aja, jangan mendramatisir hal - hal kecil dalam hidup lo. Paling nggak gausa diceritain lah ke orang lain, really, i dont wanna know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa yaa i've changed i know, but for the better in my case. I need to be more me, to see more me, to hear more me and less about anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren banyak cerita dari berbagai temen gw tentang ini, yaa i love my great friend Gadizsa say. She knows me well. Kalo kata dinda gw kayak hilang dari permukaan bumi, hahhaa. Maybe i am, i'm all at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Cullum - All At Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m all at sea&lt;br /&gt;Where no one can bother me&lt;br /&gt;Forgot my roots&lt;br /&gt;If only for a day&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Sailing far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul&lt;br /&gt;Please just leave me right here on my own&lt;br /&gt;Later on you could spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, all at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m all at sea&lt;br /&gt;Where no-one can bother me&lt;br /&gt;I sleep by myself&lt;br /&gt;I drink on my own&lt;br /&gt;I don’t speak to nobody&lt;br /&gt;I gave away my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul&lt;br /&gt;Please just leave me right here on my own&lt;br /&gt;Later on you could spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, all at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than ever now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t need it every day&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes don’t you just crave&lt;br /&gt;To disappear within your mind&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you might find&lt;br /&gt;So come and spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And we will spend it all at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul&lt;br /&gt;Please just leave me right here on my own&lt;br /&gt;Later on you could spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, all at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, all at sea&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1907066508441466050?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1907066508441466050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-at-sea_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1907066508441466050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1907066508441466050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-at-sea_12.html' title='all at sea.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1229694401282925137</id><published>2009-07-12T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:43:24.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all at sea.</title><content type='html'>Blaagh! i simply hate it when people exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah lah ya, santai aja, jangan mendramatisir hal - hal kecil dalam hidup lo. Paling nggak gausa diceritain lah ke orang lain, really, i dont wanna know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa yaa i've changed i know, but for the better in my case. I need to be more me, to see more me, to hear more me and less about anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren banyak cerita dari berbagai temen gw tentang ini, yaa i love my great friend Gadizsa say. She knows me well. Kalo kata dinda gw kayak hilang dari permukaan bumi, hahhaa. Maybe i am, i'm all at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Cullum - All At Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m all at sea&lt;br /&gt;Where no one can bother me&lt;br /&gt;Forgot my roots&lt;br /&gt;If only for a day&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Sailing far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul&lt;br /&gt;Please just leave me right here on my own&lt;br /&gt;Later on you could spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, all at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m all at sea&lt;br /&gt;Where no-one can bother me&lt;br /&gt;I sleep by myself&lt;br /&gt;I drink on my own&lt;br /&gt;I don’t speak to nobody&lt;br /&gt;I gave away my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul&lt;br /&gt;Please just leave me right here on my own&lt;br /&gt;Later on you could spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, all at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than ever now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t need it every day&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes don’t you just crave&lt;br /&gt;To disappear within your mind&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you might find&lt;br /&gt;So come and spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And we will spend it all at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul&lt;br /&gt;Please just leave me right here on my own&lt;br /&gt;Later on you could spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, all at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, all at sea&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1229694401282925137?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1229694401282925137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-at-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1229694401282925137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1229694401282925137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-at-sea.html' title='all at sea.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-3543672720578592574</id><published>2009-07-03T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:13:17.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me me and mee!!</title><content type='html'>Satu minggu terakhir ini gw menghabiskan waktu lebih banyak membaca hal - hal yang udah gw lakuin dalam hidup, teman-teman yang pernah ada dalam hidup gw, kebodohan-kebodohan yang gw lakukan, dan seterusnya. Dari situ gw sedikit lebih mengerti tentang gw dan cara gw menjalani hidup gw. I'm a positive person. Dan lately gw menyadari kalau pemikiran gw yang positif kadang-kadang bisa buat orang sebel dan gak suka sama gw, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw yang dulu selalu merasa harus bisa membuat orang yang temenan sama gw selalu senang dan nyaman, tetapi gak selamanya membuat orang seneng aja bisa membuat hidup gw juga seneng. Jadi, akhir-akhir ini gw memutuskan untuk mengedepankan kebutuhan diri gw sendiri. Ignore what other people might think about it, hey i need a break from pleasing people right? Mungkin terdengar egois, tapi blaaghh gak peduli. Gak semua orang sebaik yang kita kenal juga kan? Jadi setelah gw pikir - pikir buat apa pusing mikirin apa yang dibutuhin orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ternyata mengedepankan prioritas diri lo sangat menyenangkan! ahah. Gw gak perlu caught up dengan masalah orang lain, kecuali my very close friends of course. Rasanya menyenangkan buat merasa the world spinning just for me, even just in my mind. Jadi tiap hari gw bisa jalani dengan ringan dan fokus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaats all i guess! ahaahha =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-3543672720578592574?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/3543672720578592574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-me-and-mee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3543672720578592574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/3543672720578592574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-me-and-mee.html' title='me me and mee!!'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-4622414027170095177</id><published>2009-05-21T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:19:59.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas said to Peyton , " Hey, at some point, people leave.."</title><content type='html'>Anybody know who's Lucas and Peyton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're my favorite character in One Tree  Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Peyton is a solid character. In some cases, i can see her just like me, not the artist side of course.. ahaaha. She build a brick wall for people to get to know her, just like i do. But once they're in, they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lucas come to her life, she makes him climb that high brick wall to be with her, to know her, to be the one she can share her thoughts with. He did it. But just then she said to him,&lt;br /&gt;" Just promise me, u will be around for a long time." then he said " I am, Peyton. I'm here even when u're sick as hell to talk to me," hahaha what a nice sentence, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, life happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another drawing made by Peyton, it said " People Always Leave ".&lt;br /&gt;When Lucas see the picture, he said " Hey, at some point people leave." Peyton said " Story of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohooww! entah mengapa jd kangen nonton episode ini. Buat yang belum pernah nonton OTH, tonton dehh soo much wise words and great story too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hal ini gw setujuuuu, at some point people do leave you. Jadi mesti bisa belajar mengandalkan diri lo sendiri, karena lo ga pernah tau kapan orang itu akan pergi dan apa efeknya bagi diri lo. Mungkin saat belom ngerasain, kita bisa bilang gak mungkin laah, dia temen gw, dan lain-lain, tapi percayalahh kalo akan ada waktunya itu terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sendiri kaget banget sama efeknya, hhe, but i handle this preety well i guess. Kadang merasa betapa tidak adilnya semua itu, tapi balik lagi emang begitu adanya kan? Pasti ada baiknya dibalik semuanya. Gw sedang belajar bagaimana menjaga semuanya, dan gw harap semua bisa kembali seperti sedia kala. Kalo tetep nggak, yaa, it's okay. I'll just miss that times soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiaow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ALIHAS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-4622414027170095177?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/4622414027170095177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucas-said-to-peyton-hey-at-some-point.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4622414027170095177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4622414027170095177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucas-said-to-peyton-hey-at-some-point.html' title='Lucas said to Peyton , &quot; Hey, at some point, people leave..&quot;'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-1238985842050236322</id><published>2009-05-13T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:35:56.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-1238985842050236322?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1238985842050236322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/05/yet-another-let-say-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1238985842050236322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/1238985842050236322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/05/yet-another-let-say-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-7713310525370882685</id><published>2009-05-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:55:12.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's The One..</title><content type='html'>Just before this note, i had a fight with my mother. And because all of the anger, i said cruel thing to her, and she said some to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff,it's the saddest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a mother it's supposed to be the one you can tell all of your stories and mind. Me? I never do that with my mother, i think to tell her stories i need to be perfect and all. Tonight, i know it's totally wrong. A mother need to know what happen in your life, because she prays for you in every breath she takes, she have every right to know how are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i have tears for this. Is it too late for me to built a new relationship with her?  I'm having the biggest regret ever for taken her for granted. Oh God, let me have a beautiful relation with her. I love her too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop complaining about her being so need-to-know-about-your-life. NEVER take your mother for granted. Start to get to now her, share your anger and tears with her, she's the best answer to your doubts. I hope it's not to late now to turn this relationship around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff.. Love you MUCHH, mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-7713310525370882685?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7713310525370882685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7713310525370882685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/7713310525370882685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-one.html' title='She&apos;s The One..'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8985724343313212852</id><published>2009-04-13T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:39:53.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a listener, i am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Me, dimana lo? Mau cerita nih gw.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Satu kalimat yang sering gw terima dari temen - temen gw. Saat kalimat ini kuar dari temen gw, gw pasti akan langsung meluncur ke dia dan mendengarkan. Entah sedih atau senang, gw menganggap hal kayak gini tuh sebagai sebuah kehormatan bagi gw. Waktu seseorang mau ngungkapin keluhan , harapan dan hal - hal dalam hari -hari dia , gw merasa kalo gw punya peran bagi dia. Saat - saat kayak gitu merupakan waktu buat gw mencoba belajar membaca dan melihat orang lain, waktu buat gw dapat bener - bener berarti buat temen - temen gw. Saat gw bisa membantu mereka ngelewatin masa-masa sulit, saat gw berhasil membantu mereka membuat keputuasn yang lebih baik, wow, gw merasa tersanjung dan seneng banget. Orang - orang bilang gw tuh emang selalu mau tau masalah orang, tapi asal kalian tauu,, gw hanya ingin membantu looh.. Dan saat masalah kalianselesai, gw dapat bersenang- senang lagi kan sama kalian? hho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Makasih ya, Me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bukan hal baru buat gw menjadi seorang pendengar, tapi yang paling hebat adalah bagaimana tiap orang bisa punya cara pandang yang begitu bervariasi sehingga saat sebuah hal terjadi sama dua orang yang berbeda hasilnya bisa beda banget. Hal ini tuh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always amaze me&lt;/span&gt; sehingga saat gw dengerin cerita temen - temen gw, itu jadi sebuah pengalaman baru gw dalam mengenal mereka. Sehingga saat mereka ngucapin terimakasih, hmm, gw rasa itu gak perlu laah, karena dengan percaya sama gw aja gw udah merasa dihargai banget looh.Hhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Menurut lo gimana, Me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Biasanya di ending cerita selalu muncul deh ni pertanyaan. Disini peran seorang pendengar yang paling krusial. Bagaimana lo ngungkapin pendapat lo, tapi dengan merhatiin kira-kira hal apa yang emang mampu dilakuin sama teman lo ini. Gw paling seneng bagian ini, he, gw seneng saat orang bisa tau pemikiran gw, apalagi saat hal itu ternyata coock sama mereka. Asik!hhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Down Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Menjadi seorang pendengar kadang buat gw males bgt buat nyeritain masalah gw. Buat apa nambah beban orang lain? Terus jadi timbul asumsi - asumsi dodol karena gak dapat masukan dan pendapat orang lain. Bisa dibilang gw sering takut untuk mendengar masukan orang untuk masalah gw, takut mereka bener dan gw harus mencoba melakukannya. Enggan aja membuat orang tau kalo gw juga suka bodoh saat mengahadapi masalah gw sendiri, jadi ya gak banyak orang yang bener-bener tau tentang perasaan gw, karena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not everybody stubborn enough&lt;/span&gt; buat menggali isi pikiran gw. Kebiasaan yang jelek, karena kepenatan gw jadi numpuk - numpuk dan saat gw lagi lemah, hancurlah semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nulis ini sebuah hasil inspirasi dari orang-orang yang sering cerita - cerita sama gw lately. Tapi kenapa belum bisa bener-bener mengungkapkan isi otak gw ya? Well, masih masih harus belajar menulis lebih baik lagi berarti. HHe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8985724343313212852?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8985724343313212852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/04/listener-i-am.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8985724343313212852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8985724343313212852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/04/listener-i-am.html' title='a listener, i am.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-4782640562220341840</id><published>2009-04-11T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:33:08.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a blast from the past.</title><content type='html'>Quote of this day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rasa memiliki sebuah hal emang membawa perubahan yang sangat besar terhadap apa yang lo rasakan. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu gw melakukan semua yang gw mampu  tanpa gw hitung untung ruginya. Karena gw merasa hitung - hitungan itu gak lagi penting saat gw melakukan sesuatu yang penting . Bener gak? Saat lo melakukan apa yang lo sayang, lo gak akan merasakan adanya kerugian&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no matter how things turns up&lt;/span&gt;. Yang lo pikirin yaa cuma bagaimanapun caranya asal hal ini berlangsung lancar dan memuaskan semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, emang hal ini ternyata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gak bisa&lt;/span&gt; digeneralisasi. Ternyata gw gak bisa menyamaratakan yang gw rasain ini ke semua pihak, karena gak semuanya berpikir sama sama gw. Jadi apa gw salah? Yah, menurut gw sih nggak dan yang dirasakan orang - orang lain itu juga gak salah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semua jadi salah saat dicampur-adukkan dengan prasangka dan judgment - judgment gak berdasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironis sekali .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-4782640562220341840?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/4782640562220341840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4782640562220341840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/4782640562220341840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-blast-from-past.html' title='just a blast from the past.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287441656448839952.post-8032568938565289272</id><published>2009-04-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:50:36.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no such thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Get to know yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then get to know your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; think that everybody is your friend, trust me there's no such thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple message for everyone, it is very important to know who you are, how you handle your emotion, how you see other people and respect them, and the most important thing is to know when you have to see the imperfect things you have in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when it's come to situations when you see flaw in other people, this is the perfect time to see what you have before let that other people down with your judgment. Please, there's no such perfection in human. You have flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, are the people who still there even after they see the ugliness in you, the flaws in you. They're the people that respect you enough to crtitisize you in person, not at your back. They who stubborn enough to still be next to you even after you disappointed them so bad. They who see they're imperfect quality and beg you to fill the space. They are the people that worth your tears, your anger, your thought, your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you get to know yourself and your friends, you can be your best, you can see better, you can smile wider, you can breathe easier.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, i can feel that  the world is a much more better place now when i know who my friends are. And you know who you're all are. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaaaahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287441656448839952-8032568938565289272?l=fatimamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8032568938565289272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-such-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8032568938565289272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287441656448839952/posts/default/8032568938565289272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimamira.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-such-thing.html' title='no such thing.'/><author><name>timms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253286883922101505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akfUkvWGJhU/SeAjwYHe0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CagRslMcf_4/S220/DSC01807.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
