<?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-8070678049904068860</id><updated>2012-02-12T22:54:19.424+07:00</updated><category term='indonesian'/><category term='Lovenotes'/><category term='poem'/><category term='daily dose'/><category term='english'/><category term='mystery jets'/><category term='jake'/><category term='cover version'/><category term='awards'/><category term='psych'/><category term='daily write'/><category term='omesh'/><category term='what i&apos;m into'/><category term='what you do'/><category term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>BXFTHNGSTHTLFTNSD.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7369895036178702908</id><published>2012-02-12T22:00:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T22:54:19.439+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I still love you afterall, I still want you afterall, will you keep me afterall, please dont leave me afterall..."</title><content type='html'>Hello guys, its been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;My holiday will end tomorrow, and all I did for about a month was watching tons of TV series. Sadly, most of them are 1 same series. Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tweeting about this show a lot, I've known this show for about a year, before I even moved back to Jakarta. This show is magical. It ended already, but its still magical. A lot of people have been asking me about this show based on curiosity since I talked about this a lot, so right now I'm gonna tell you a thing or two about the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/3570/3393550523_4ac06c00cc.jpg" id="il_fi" width="333" height="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So, basically Greek is a show about fraternity and sorority lives. Specifically, this is the story of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.j-14.com/2009/10/Spencer.jpg"&gt;Casey Cartwright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; (a cool, smart, hip, sorority girl from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://images.wikia.com/greektv/images/d/da/ZetaBeta.gif"&gt;Zeta Beta Zeta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, and his &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;nerdy freshman little brother,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://thetvaddict.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/jacob.jpg"&gt;Rusty Cartwright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;. Rusty wants to change his identity after seeing the awesome life his sister has, so he decided to join a fraternity. After a rush night,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; two fraternities offered him a bid;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://images.cafepress.com/image/46645000_125x125.jpg"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Omega Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; (the fraternity where Casey's hot, rich, and classy boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP1okkiDu7c/S1D20XqsFcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iiUDIFmvMbo/s320/Evan+Chambers.jpg"&gt;Evan Chambers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; is at, known as the best fraternity on campus because they're smart and such gentlemen)&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/polls/63115_1206478208753_100.jpg?v=1206478069"&gt;Kappa Tau Gamma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;(the fraternity where Casey's goofy, fun, and carefree ex boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://ewpopwatch.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/greek_l.jpg"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cappie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; is at, know as the fraternity best for partying yet doesnt have a very good name on campus).&lt;/span&gt; During rush night, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Rusty made friend with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://images.wikia.com/greektv/images/2/2b/Calvin.jpg"&gt;Calvin Owens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;who apparently holds a deep secret, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Rusty also has a religious anti-Greek roommate,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://sharetv.org/images/greek/cast/large/dale.jpg"&gt;Dale Kettlewell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;. Later on, you'll also know important characters like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Casey's bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.seriessub.com/series/actors/73401.jpg"&gt;Ashleigh Howard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;, the bitchy senate's daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.seriessub.com/series/actors/73402.jpg"&gt;Rebecca Logan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;foxy ZBZ's president &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://sharetv.org/images/greek/cast/large/frannie.jpg"&gt;Frannie Morgan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;If you think that's a lot of introduction, try watching the first season. Honestly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;at first the show will go so slow you think its boring, because it will try to give a very clear explanation for each and every character possible&lt;/span&gt;. But later on, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you'll thank them HUGE for that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That long explanation makes you so attached to the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Personally, watching Greek makes me feel like one of the students of Cyprus Rhodes university, and watching each scenario very close as if they live around me. That's what making this show so magical, because&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; it actually makes us feel to be part of it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;At the last episode of Greek, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There are a lot of spoilers over the net but in the end, I still cried, so hard. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I cried because of the sad scenes that bring tons of tears&lt;/span&gt;, also later on I cried because&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I know that there wont be anything else for me to watch. They're gone. The show ended.&lt;/span&gt; That's it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; It's like your life is a book and someone took 4 chapters from the middle of it. Something feels wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I still watch the show once in a while, &amp;amp; I still feel the magic.&lt;/span&gt; I'm still attached to it. No matter how much I've watched the exact same episode, I still watch it silently and the twist still gets me. I've re-watched the finale tons of times and I still cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This may sound too much for you guys but &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;you need to watch the show too actually feel the magic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;But if later on you still find this far from expectations, well maybe this is just not your cup of tea :P&lt;/span&gt; but I need to warn you that this show is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;all drama and a bit of comedy and seriously about teenager&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So if you don't like what it sounds to you, you wont find this magical :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The pink words are actually clickable :)&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/8070678049904068860-7369895036178702908?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7369895036178702908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7369895036178702908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-still-love-you-afterall-i-still-want.html' title='&quot;I still love you afterall, I still want you afterall, will you keep me afterall, please dont leave me afterall...&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6047139752151564386</id><published>2012-01-31T00:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:08:26.903+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harapan yang Akan Kami Capai Bersama di BEM Fasilkom 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Harapan yang Akan Kami Capai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bersama di BEM Fasilkom 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Menyiapkan      bekal untuk membentuk angkatan selanjutnya agar lebih matang dan dapat      membawa nama baik Fasilkom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="2" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mengeksplor      bakat bidang seni tiap elemen Fasilkom dan memberikan wadah untuk berkarya      dan berkreativitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="3" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Menyehatkan      seluruh keluarga Fasilkom dengan memanfaatkan keterbatasan fasilitas      olahraga dan harus dipergunakan semaksimal mungkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="4" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Menghilangkan      stigma geek pada mahasiswa komputer, memperkenalkan sisi lain dari IT      people yang menyenangkan, dan “tahu dunia luar”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="5" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Membawa      nama baik Fasilkom baik di tingkat UI, bahkan tingkat nasional dan      internasional dalam bidang non-akademis &amp;amp; akademis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="6" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lebih      mengakrabkan seluruh elemen fasilkom, terutama mahasiswa, dari semua      angkatan dan semua jurusan serta semua prodi, menghilangkan diskriminasi      dan pandangan sebelah mata dalam satu keluarga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="7" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mempersiapkan      semua event yang akan datang agar lebih matang dan hasilnya lebih      memuaskan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="8" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Memperkenalkan      Fasilkom lebih dalam ke masyarakat awam, sehingga Fasilkom tidak dikira      Fakultas Ilmu Komunikasi dan lulusannya tidak disuruh membetulkan printer      :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="9" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Adanya      lingkungan khusus yang benar-benar dapat dipergunakan untuk belajar dengan      suasana yang kondusif, karena beberapa tempat di Fasilkom terlalu ramai :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="10" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;      lebih banyak acara yang menyatukan semua mahasiswa dan alumni Fasilkom      agar semakin akrab satu sama lain dan semakin terasa kekeluargaannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="11" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Selain      unggul dalam hal non-akademis, mampu juga saling menolong satu sama lain      untuk mencapai kesuksesan di bidang akademis dan meraih IP yang dapat      dibanggakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="12" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dapat      lebih kritis terhadap lingkungan sekitar dan menyikapi isu terkini dengan      baik dan sesuai dengan etikanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="13" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mengadakan lebih banyak acara yang      melibatkan atau bahkan menjadikan dosen sebagai inti acara agar kita bisa      melihat sisi lain para pengajar selain di kesehariannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="14" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Membentuk      angkatan yang lebih baik dari sebelumnya, dan yang akan diteruskan ke      angkatan selanjutnya sehingga setiap angkatan akan jauh lebih baik dan      kualitas mahasiswanya pun meningkat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="15" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Memacu seluruh mahasiswa untuk berkontribusi di setiap acara Fasilkom, sehingga yang muncul di kepanitiaan bukan yang "itu-itu aja" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="16" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Menambah      pengalaman di bidang organisasi dan kepanitiaan yang akan berguna saat      dunia kerja nanti. Menambah relasi dan kenalan dari segala penjuru yang      akan sangat berguna untuk masa depan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="17" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BEM      Fasilkom 2012 dapat bekerja secara maksimal dan lancar tanpa kurang suatu      apapun dan terhalang segala kendala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="18" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Meningkatkan softskill, terutama di      bidang teamwork dan leadership, hal yang akan sangat pasti didapatkan dari      bergabung di organisasi seperti BEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="19" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tetap      mengingat lingkungan sekitar dan orang-orang yang membutuhkan dengan      mengadakan Kerja Sosial yang rutin. Fasilkom gives back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="20" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Membuat      semua mahasiswa Fasilkom dapat berkata dengan mantap, “Gue anak Fasilkom,      dan gue bangga!” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6047139752151564386?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6047139752151564386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6047139752151564386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/harapan-yang-akan-kami-capai-bersama-di.html' title='Harapan yang Akan Kami Capai Bersama di BEM Fasilkom 2012'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-5068935780049944412</id><published>2012-01-08T21:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:45:10.479+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Did you get my message? Did it send? Or did you just get on with your life?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you still remember all the things about us? All the silly, useless, even the tiniest things that we did, ideas that we shared, words that got jumbled out from our mouth?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Do you still remember how we first met? What we thought about each other back then and what was the first words that came out?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you still remember when the first time you felt the butterflies on your tummy when we fell in love so quickly, that it hurts even by now when you go through the black and white flashback? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Do you still remember the sleepless nights thanks to our countless messages back and forth, simply asking about the day, the weather, and anything around? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you still remember things that I love and I hate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Do you still remember the broken promises? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you still remember our songs? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Our first date? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Our inside jokes?&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Our dreams and wishes that crushed by time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you still the remember those happy days when we love each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Because I do. I still do.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-5068935780049944412?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5068935780049944412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5068935780049944412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/did-you-get-my-message-did-it-send-or.html' title='&quot;Did you get my message? Did it send? Or did you just get on with your life?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8189652219398445215</id><published>2011-12-16T08:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:51:56.602+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm just a little bit caught in the middle, life is a maze, and love is a riddle."</title><content type='html'>Hello, readers.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, its been months.&lt;br /&gt;This may sound rubbish but college life seriously eats most of my time so, yeah. This time, its different than the last college I went to, when everyday was just about meeting people and mostly my boyfriend, have way too much fun at night, sleepover at my closest friend's, and skipping class. My score was a mess, I failed at almost every single classes, and since I didnt join the new student orientation event, I couldn't be involved in any kind of campus events as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Well now is different. Things are different. My scores are way better I cant even believe things are happening this way, eventho things are decreasing like crazy after mid-term, due to lack of motivation and laziness, but still its much much better than before. And I also involved in many faculty event, beside being part of Liaison Officer at my faculty's Open House, I was one of the Project Officers at the amazing art stage, Kaldera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are better, I finally found my truly happiness on TV shows. Things are much much better. December is coming to an end. I still have my boyfriend by my side so at least I still get one of the things that I really want last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you, butterflies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8189652219398445215?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8189652219398445215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8189652219398445215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-just-little-bit-caught-in-middle.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m just a little bit caught in the middle, life is a maze, and love is a riddle.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-607052301656287794</id><published>2011-10-09T10:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:22:41.284+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"But the trouble with dreams, theyre not what they seem, cause when you awake, they fall through your fingers in flakes.."</title><content type='html'>Dulu waktu saya kecil, saya selalu bilang ke diri saya sendiri buat bermimpi setinggi mungkin, kalau bisa hampir tidak masuk akal, biar kalau ga kesampaian bisa ngetawain diri sendiri, kalo bisa ya malah alhamdulillah. Lama kemudian, mimpinya berubah jadi masuk akal, tapi makin ambisius dan makin aneh. Dan hingga beberapa bulan yang lalu, saya pun masih punya satu list panjang mimpi yang ingin saya capai, dan diperparah dengan tugas mahasiswa baru UI, Poster 100 mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat saya membuat itu, semua ego di diri saya menanjak ke permukaan. Semua suara kecil dikepala menyuarakan keinginannya agar bisa masuk dalam 100 daftar yang cukup bodoh itu. Dan saat itu, setelah saya selesai membuatnya dan membaca ulang semuanya, saya tersenyum puas dan berkata bahwa inilah yang akan saya capai, dan pasti harus bisa saya dapatkan. Sekali lagi, saat itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa bulan itu sebentar padahal ya, tapi hal yang terjadi terus menerus berdatangan. Dan dalam banyaknya peristiwa itu, satu persatu mimpi bodoh di daftar itu mulai berguguran.  Satu persatu. Saat ini belum semuanya, tapi saya yakin saat suatu saat nanti saya membaca ulang daftar itu, saya pasti akan mengutuk kebodohan masa remaja saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ini, saya sedang kembali berusaha menata hidup yang semula saya kira akan tetap berjalan dalam rute dan siklus yang sama sampai saya tua renta nanti, namun ternyata harus dihancurkan seiring berjalannya waktu. Anggap saja gempa bumi. Guncangan di hidup ceritanya, tepukan pelan di pundak untuk mengingatkan saya bahwa hidup tidak sesempit itu. Hidup di dunia mungkin memang sebentar, tapi tidak sesempit itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimpi-mimpi dan impian saya menghambat semua proses di sekitar saya terjadi. Lalu apakah dengan kembali ditatanya hidup saya sekarang saya akan kembali membangun mimpi-mimpi baru? Sebodoh itukah saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangnya iya. Saat semua aspek yang jatuh kembali saya letakkan pada tempatnya, semua hal yang pecah sudah saya bersihkan dan saya buang jauh-jauh, dan semua hal yang rusak dengan sangat niatnya saya betulkan secara perlahan, anak-anak pikiran itu kembali membuat fondasi baru berupa mimpi dan cita-cita baru, yang saya yakin tidak akan bertahan lama. Maka dengan ini saya juga harus kembali bersiap-siap mengembalikan, membersihkan, membuang, dan membetulkan apa yang seharusnya saat semua tepukan dan gempa bumi itu kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sudah lelah berkata kepada diri saya sendiri; "Whatever will be, will be, self. Whatever will be, will be." Namanya juga masih remaja, masih muda, ingin menang sendiri, iya kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-607052301656287794?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/607052301656287794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/607052301656287794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/but-trouble-with-dreams-theyre-not-what.html' title='&quot;But the trouble with dreams, theyre not what they seem, cause when you awake, they fall through your fingers in flakes..&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2953743569570307116</id><published>2011-09-30T21:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:36:00.329+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cut the strings and let me go."</title><content type='html'>I've said this many, many times.&lt;br /&gt;The posts that I hate the most are about new relationships and break ups.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I suck at making those two things still, which is why I've been making nothing for the last hour, staring at this blog post box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, the break up didn't feel painful almost at all. Because it's quite predictable and the pain had been there the whole time so I've done the crying and the frown many times before it ended, but its my low confidence that's kicking back every single second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the negative thoughts come up to the surface all over again, telling me I'm not good enough, for basically anything. I'll never do anything right and I'll just make a big mess whenever I start trying. I'm a failure. No one wants me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were much much prettier.&lt;br /&gt;But then I look at the mirror, judge that person across me, and study every single part of her face. Slowly, then come to a conclusion. I just wish I were pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2953743569570307116?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2953743569570307116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2953743569570307116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/cut-strings-and-let-me-go.html' title='&quot;Cut the strings and let me go.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8937946500067675890</id><published>2011-09-27T20:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:20:20.841+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant even find a title.</title><content type='html'>I'm the queen of all negative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have plenty of them stuck in my mind, generally about almost everything. Every, single, little thing. Which leads to me looking down to myself all the time, when I know I'm sick of it I can do absolutely nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think of me as a lucky creature.&lt;br /&gt;Since I dont have the face, I dont have the brain, I dont have the million dollars and even worse dont have the attitude that everyone can brag to each other on how they impress older people by behaving so good. I was scored F- for all those things.&lt;br /&gt;But still I have a rather good life after all. I'm surrounded by amazing people, fantastic family, and such. And comparing to what a fool I am, I dont deserve all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kills me days by days, each and every second. I have a lot of awesome people around me while I'm stuck in the middle of them, being such a huge embarrassment for everyone around. I do nothing right. And even when I dont feel like being here with these people and ask God about why does this happen to me, then again I think, who am I to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8937946500067675890?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8937946500067675890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8937946500067675890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-even-find-title.html' title='I cant even find a title.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1915018619033519880</id><published>2011-09-27T18:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:34:41.680+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who's to say things arent better this way?"</title><content type='html'>You know I've told you to never take me for granted, didnt I?&lt;br /&gt;But you did anyway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1915018619033519880?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1915018619033519880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1915018619033519880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/whos-to-say-things-arent-better-this.html' title='&quot;Who&apos;s to say things arent better this way?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2026044985215489667</id><published>2011-08-02T10:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:17:48.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everyday I fight for all my future somethings, a thousand little wars I have to choose between."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hello, dear blog! I miss writing things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta say I'm not that amazing at writing, in fact I suck, but I just love doing it. Is that okay? It is, isnt it? Aaaaaaaaaaaand, its been a while since I actually writing things, like in paragraphs and lots of words, so will doing it right now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Caution: its gonna be a long post and probably boring ahead ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, what happened lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TONS of things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I went through my blog archive I realized that on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; I wrote about my &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-my-breath-away-make-everyday-worth.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;break up stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://twitter.com/azzafirdaus"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and didnt write any other things about it ever since, so I'm gonna put it now; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yes, I'm back with him&lt;/span&gt;. Its been a couple of months actually. And since its August now, we'll reach the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9th month&lt;/span&gt; in a bout a month! Hahaha I know its weird since I've never dated anyone this long before but idk why &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm attached to him, just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lately, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been attached to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; other things&lt;/span&gt; too, fortunately not another male figure, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV shows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Well this isnt new since its been more than a year that I actually tell people that I love TV shows, but this time, especially with the holiday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I got addicted to TV shows even more&lt;/span&gt;. Even one of my dreams include &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;write about TV shows for living&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of writing about TV shows,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've been wanting to write about those kind of stuff on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm afraid that I cant keep the consistency&lt;/span&gt;. You know, like what I do to my posts about cover versions (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and yes, I love cover versions still, I just dont know what to share to you guys&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I envy people who can actually write about one thing that they love, be passionate about it, and keep the consistency&lt;/span&gt;, like one of my friend, &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://twitter.com/farizrazi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with his blog, &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://vampibots.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vampibots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (and btw &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;check out his blog guys, he's a movie blogger, and he's doing a damn good job at it&lt;/span&gt;). But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I dont know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I just cant start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and my writings suck so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moving on!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still about TV shows, I once read a question '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What was you first TV show addiction&lt;/span&gt;' and at first I thought it was Psych because I've never been so in love with a TV show like it before, but then I realized &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do had some TV show addictions before&lt;/span&gt;. The first one turned out to be &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0448303/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Stacked by Pamela Anderson and Elon Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, then &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0163507/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whose Line Is It Anyway? with Drew Carrey and the Improv-Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and definitely &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0491738/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Psych with James Roday and Dule Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. But lately I'm addicted to other TV shows too, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0976014/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! It was a really good show, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;too bad it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cancelled after the 4th season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt; maybe I'll write about those tv shows later in the future :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the biggest news of all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm leaving Telkom Institute of Technology&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dayeuh Kolot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Buah Batu&lt;/span&gt;. And basically, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bandung&lt;/span&gt;. I never thought that I'll be sad on this. At first I was so excited to live on my own, then I had the phase when I had homesick for every single day, and now I badly want to live in Jakarta but still feeling so hard leaving Bandung. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's too many memories in there&lt;/span&gt;. Used to be undercontrol of two over-protective parents, lived all by my own is a whole new world. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I learned new stuff, I gained new friends,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I found new love :)&lt;/span&gt; The whole thing is just something that I wont forget at all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gonna miss the place, the people, and the whole thing so much :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the question is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;why did I move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;University of Indonesia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bitches! Finally. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, finally!!&lt;/span&gt; I got into &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Computer Science&lt;/span&gt; major, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;International Class&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is actually what I've been wanting to do for years, and this still feels surreal.&lt;/span&gt; No matter what the stereotypes and everything, this is actually feel better than if I got into the regular class. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The cost kills before I even started tho, thats why &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have to work my ass off extra hard on anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So excited!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was prepared to do a long distance relationship with Azza before&lt;/span&gt;, since actually eventough I didnt get in there I'll still move to a local university, but when the announcement came out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it was such a bliss that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we both actually got in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; In the exact same faculty, with different majors. But its way more than enough. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm way more excited :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, thats it. I know I wrote too much tho, haha I'm so sorry. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's just too many things to tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So how's your life doing? :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If you have some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;anything that you wanna tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, you can easily drop it in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;formspring box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;simply click&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://formspring.com/fcandle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;! And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tweet me &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://twitter.com/fcandle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And dont forget to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;give a tick on the box&lt;/span&gt; if you like the post!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;See you later people! Have fun! :)&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/8070678049904068860-2026044985215489667?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2026044985215489667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2026044985215489667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/everyday-i-fight-for-all-my-future.html' title='&quot;Everyday I fight for all my future somethings, a thousand little wars I have to choose between.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3181616222697367332</id><published>2011-07-19T09:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:05:05.155+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is what we're doing, this is worth the pain."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Computer Science International Class, Faculty of Computer Science, University of Indonesia, Class of 2011. Hell yeah, dreams do come true :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: The other exciting news is my boyfriend got into the same university, and the same faculty! So proud of him in any way possible &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3181616222697367332?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3181616222697367332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3181616222697367332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-what-were-doing-this-is-worth.html' title='&quot;This is what we&apos;re doing, this is worth the pain.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7478363857005122782</id><published>2011-07-05T22:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:39:03.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And we love them so hard that it could make us build a new universe. By the time we make it they will send a letter to tell us they’re sorry."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljxgaeAkyq1qdnupfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 481px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljxgaeAkyq1qdnupfo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappie &amp;amp; Casey Cartwright; Greek 1x07 - Multiple Choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://questionten.tumblr.com/post/4763898918"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8070678049904068860-7478363857005122782?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7478363857005122782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7478363857005122782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-we-love-them-so-hard-that-it-could.html' title='&quot;And we love them so hard that it could make us build a new universe. By the time we make it they will send a letter to tell us they’re sorry.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-4980541762620365287</id><published>2011-06-17T02:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:35:37.741+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do.."</title><content type='html'>I wish I could make things way more simple on us.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how I love you could finish things up. How things are about those three words and those three words only. How I dont have to care about any other things around us too, that gets me down &amp;amp; calls out tears whenever I close my eyes and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make things way more simple on us.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how I could make sure everything will go according to plan, my plan, our plan. How I could make sure that the guy that will wake up next to me every single day on my old years will be the same guy that I'm with now. How I dont have to care about any other things around us too, that gets my scared by thoughts that you'll leave me for someone prettier, better, and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wishes dont work that way, do they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-4980541762620365287?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4980541762620365287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4980541762620365287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title='&quot;Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do..&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8325919607583067839</id><published>2011-06-02T23:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:10:15.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is you falling apart? And though you cry no one hears you screaming?"</title><content type='html'>You know at some of the time you're just lost and dont really know where are you going, whats your real intention and whats basically your plan to live the whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;I know. I'm feeling it right at this exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm failing every single thing right now. I cant do anything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even dare to dream anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand everything down here. The lessons, the campus, the living. The everything. Its a hell of a fun down here, its hell of a hell here too. I'm getting way further from what I wanted to achieve earlier, I just want to go out from this place quickly so badly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperately giving up to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto was a shit.&lt;br /&gt;I wont be able to go anywhere near that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8325919607583067839?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8325919607583067839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8325919607583067839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-you-falling-apart-and-though-you-cry.html' title='&quot;Is you falling apart? And though you cry no one hears you screaming?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7252335669301966751</id><published>2011-05-23T22:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:31:10.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm lost, I'm lost, I dont know where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7252335669301966751?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7252335669301966751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7252335669301966751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-lost-im-lost-i-dont-know-where-im.html' title=''/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8043474863429496429</id><published>2011-04-20T23:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:28:49.365+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Take my breath away, make everyday, worth all of the pain that I've gone through."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This has been a question to people around me for a while, so here it goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Azza broke up, around early April&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; we're not getting back together &lt;u&gt;yet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We're still two exes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I cant tell you the reason but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it wasnt something that we both want&lt;/span&gt;, instead&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; its something that we HAVE TO do&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; right now, you may call our relationship whatever you like it to be, but still, we're no longer a couple. &amp;amp; hell yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dont you dare think that we have the same kind of relationship like other exes&lt;/span&gt; ;D Anyway, whatever happens,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love him no less at all&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We reached our 5th 15 already&lt;/span&gt;. Giga yayness, he's officially my longest man :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yang berwarna itu kalo kamu udah senyum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Azza Firdaus, 20 April 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8043474863429496429?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8043474863429496429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8043474863429496429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-my-breath-away-make-everyday-worth.html' title='&quot;Take my breath away, make everyday, worth all of the pain that I&apos;ve gone through.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6349608466564173027</id><published>2011-04-19T19:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:04:52.531+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY IS IN A WEEK. Or more. WHATEVS HELL YEAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6349608466564173027?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6349608466564173027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6349608466564173027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-birthday-is-in-week-or-more-whatevs.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY IS IN A WEEK. Or more. WHATEVS HELL YEAH.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-419271449940201612</id><published>2011-04-12T05:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:47:11.714+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I just dont understand why my love isnt good enough."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm losing a battle with every single aspect in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm losing a battle with your family. I'm losing a battle with your friends. I'm losing a battle with your basketball addiction. I'm losing a battle with your city thingies. I'm losing a battle with your communities. I'm losing a battle with your everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I do want to win once or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I also dont like how things go as you being everybody's boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I dont feel like lending you for any other girls out there &amp;amp; simply share you like a cheap frozen yoghurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You are mine. At least thats what you promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And I stand by that promise I realize I should just talk to you about how I dont like you being in the middle of the crowd of girls while you cant even stand being near me for a little matter of time, how I dont like you being every girl's place to run and &amp;amp; shoulder to cry on while you can hardly calm me down, how I dont like you looking okay at some random girls simply put their hands on you or hug you or touch you or any other things which I highly, highly dissapointed at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And now you may stand by the reason that I do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well yes I do. I do love hanging out with my friends at some of the time, but I surely dont ignore you like what you do. I aint show you that everything's fun without you there, I ask you where are you &amp;amp; what you do, eventou you hardly do the same when you're in the same situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And I do love being in the middle of the crowd of boys. And I do sometimes getting too comfortable with them by resting my arms around them or else. But you do know too that I hang out with guys for almost the most time of my life. I look like a guy, they treat me like a guy, being with a group of guys feel nothing weird for them since I feel like one. And at least they care, they ask me what happened when I feel gloomy, when my real guy getting out there stuck with a bunch of other girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And still, after all those reasons and everything I mentioned above, no matter how I look like everything you think I look like eventou I'm not,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I still put you as my highest priority. I still put you first. Now this one you dont have any statement to fight back, aint you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Didnt I tell you I was THIS close to giving up to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cause I did. Many, many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But I cant just let you go that way, can I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But that also doesnt mean that one day, one time, if you keep doing all this I'll get fed up and do the things that I thought I'd never do, I'd never want, &amp;amp; I'd never want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love you. I surely do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And instead of saying that you do,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;show me that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-419271449940201612?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/419271449940201612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/419271449940201612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-dont-understand-why-my-love-isnt.html' title='&quot;I just dont understand why my love isnt good enough.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8602667529036594464</id><published>2011-04-04T20:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:48:40.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Someone help us cause we're doing our best."</title><content type='html'>Relationships end, dont they?&lt;br /&gt;Mine just did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maafin aku yaaa, maafin aku for everything."&lt;br /&gt;I forgave you even if you didnt ask.&lt;br /&gt;me loves ya, 72 &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8602667529036594464?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8602667529036594464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8602667529036594464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/someone-help-us-cause-were-doing-our.html' title='&quot;Someone help us cause we&apos;re doing our best.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7412779169050685282</id><published>2011-03-29T18:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:48:40.226+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENT! Hear, hear.</title><content type='html'>My phone is broken. That stupid son of a bitch was a BlackBerry Bold. The screen went blank &amp;amp; it wont start up after I charged it a couple of days ago. It happened before, but the repairman told me if it happens again, it will cost even bigger. Its about time, stupid blackberry asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Exactly. Betsy, the name of that stupid bitch, was like my whole life. I put everything into it. Plus, I'll need to start everything from the ground later when I get my another phone, which wont be an easy thing to do. I know that Betsy will lay there useless sooner or later, but god I didnt thought it will be THIS sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I wont be able to buy a new BlackBerry (eventou it has been a part of me like the bbm &amp;amp; the unlimited internet &amp;amp; such) for a couple of months so you guys wont be able to contact me via BlackBerry Messenger. Instead I'll replace it with an Android that I'll buy tomorrow, which is way way cheaper. Contact me via text message if you need me. If you wanna know my phone number, just ask via twitter or email &amp;amp; I'll send you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for the quick post folks! Mid term exam is on, &amp;amp; tomorrow is the bloody calculus. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7412779169050685282?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7412779169050685282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7412779169050685282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/announcement-hear-hear.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT! Hear, hear.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-5402796734408097513</id><published>2011-03-19T15:19:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:47:11.715+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"But we cant always be perfect, and thats alright."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dear, Azz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dont take unserious things serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dont take serious things unserious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Make up your mind &amp;amp; find one top goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Fulfill the other goals, one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are amazing. Never doubt it. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Haters gonna hate. Dont give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calm down. Loosen up. Inhale. Exhale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dont get stressed out. Dont think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Share. I'm here to listen eventou I cant help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;10.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ome people just wanna be listened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss you as bad as it could get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Appreciate people by saying thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apologize when you know you're wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People care about you. Remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you. No matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-5402796734408097513?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5402796734408097513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5402796734408097513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-we-cant-always-be-perfect-and-thats.html' title='&quot;But we cant always be perfect, and thats alright.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3244945077449460095</id><published>2011-03-18T00:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:47:11.716+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Sometimes you make me a better person, sometimes you bring out the worst."</title><content type='html'>I could never thank you enough for being there for me &amp;amp; everything that you did. I could never apologize you enough for the mistakes that I did. I could never ask you enough to be better for me at some certain ways to avoid the arguments that we did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I dont give a fuck about nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat hari ke-120, azza firdaus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJUv2fj2Mko/TYJD6T3cCwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/C7HNr0uJL2Y/s1600/azzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJUv2fj2Mko/TYJD6T3cCwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/C7HNr0uJL2Y/s320/azzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585101156937108226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8070678049904068860-3244945077449460095?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3244945077449460095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3244945077449460095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-you-make-me-better-person.html' title='&quot;Sometimes you make me a better person, sometimes you bring out the worst.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJUv2fj2Mko/TYJD6T3cCwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/C7HNr0uJL2Y/s72-c/azzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-4149130146848411536</id><published>2011-03-06T09:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:48:04.024+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"And I hope you find it, what you're looking for, &amp; I hope its everything you dreamed your life could be &amp; so much more."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;You seem to appear as always talking about how great you are in your relationship, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;i really hope this will be your last one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-4149130146848411536?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4149130146848411536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4149130146848411536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-i-hope-you-find-it-what-youre.html' title='&quot;And I hope you find it, what you&apos;re looking for, &amp; I hope its everything you dreamed your life could be &amp; so much more.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-5226881871869367427</id><published>2011-03-05T22:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:47:11.718+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I'm on my knees while I'm beggin, cause I dont wanna lose you."</title><content type='html'>I just need to be listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those times when I'm mad at you, really mad at you. Yet you know I'll get better somehow so you just leave me alone &amp;amp; go out and have fun. And the fact that you're right, that I'll get better on my own, that I hate it the most that you're right, and I have absolutely nothing to do about it. Yet sometimes I deeply want you to be next to me, ask me whats going on, and when I say nothing just dont leave my side, stay there, hold my hand, hug me and say that you're sorry. Or if thats a hard thing for you to do, just pick up the phone, call me, tell me that you're sorry, and tell me that you love me. Even a fake sayings will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to be listened. By you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-5226881871869367427?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5226881871869367427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5226881871869367427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-on-my-knees-while-im-beggin-cause-i.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m on my knees while I&apos;m beggin, cause I dont wanna lose you.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-422886727824234949</id><published>2011-03-03T21:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:48:40.227+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I just cant get you off my mind &amp; why would I even try?"</title><content type='html'>Oh this post is gonna be so cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I havent written anything specific about the guy that I'm currently dating now. &amp;amp; I've been wanting to write about it for weeks but I dont know what to type. Now I still dont, but currently trying, so, here are few facts about us. Some are just plain facts, some will be, well, quite wow-ing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Azza Firdaus&lt;/span&gt;. We go to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;same college&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;same major&lt;/span&gt;, but in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;different classes&lt;/span&gt;. He's from Bogor, &amp;amp; I'm from Jakarta. I know him the first time from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;night English class&lt;/span&gt; (there's a different English class for some kids with some EPrT scores), &amp;amp; we got into a group for one task. &amp;amp; no, we didnt fall in love &amp;amp; getting close ever since, but that was the door that led to this :) long story short, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;November 15th '10&lt;/span&gt; was the date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the facts. Right. Lets start with the simple ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;he got my eyes on me since the first time he saw me on campus&lt;/span&gt;, which was actually months before the english class, while &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;he simply got my attention since we got together in that English class&lt;/span&gt; (but by that time I was in a relationship). &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We told the exact same guy&lt;/span&gt; (who was my schoolmate &amp;amp; his classmate atm) that we liked each other, &amp;amp; that guy told us to go for it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;without telling us that the other person also said the exact same thing&lt;/span&gt;. Confusing I know. But even until moments before the date, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we both didnt really sure about the other's feeling, eventou it looked THAT obvious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was really into Sydney&lt;/span&gt; few months ago? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I wanted to go to this university so bad&lt;/span&gt; but unfortunately my parents were against it so I didnt. Then weeks ago, he told me that&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; he was almost go to Australia for college&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; then I saw a paper with a university name written on it. Thats right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The exact same university&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; University of New South Wales&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said, as a joke, that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'll find a guy who's nothing like my dad&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; things get scarier each day since &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;they now have so much in common in so many levels&lt;/span&gt;! From &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;how they eat&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;how they sleep&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; the scarier thing, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the jealousy&lt;/span&gt;! This is funny, yet, well mostly funny. God what did I do wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I mentioned that he got his eyes on me since the first time he saw me on campus, its because&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; he didnt when he first actually saw me&lt;/span&gt;. After one super random talk, we found out that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we actually met once before&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;At a speech contest&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We competed against each other&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to my short-hair &amp;amp; my speaking skill, he remembered altough he didnt know that it was me. So then again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;we met before&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eventou we didnt really recall each other&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the most wow-ing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He met my parents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I've never met his&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yet my mom knows her mom&lt;/span&gt;. Knows her well in fact. This is possible thanks to the fact that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; they lived across each other back in the hometown&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Right fuckin across&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone that heard this gotta think at first that this is some kind of joke, but its actually not. Both of us went :| by the fact haha. I even lost for words to continue this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from all the facts above. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm so lucky to have this guy&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eventou he's being such a jerk &amp;amp; jealousy arsehole sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, he's really, really good. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He stands to all of my flaws, listens to all my nonsense babble, gets along with my friends, &amp;amp; enjoys what I like&lt;/span&gt;. We're currently soooo into Misfits TV Show! &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;he's still aiming for UNSW, while I'm aiming for University of Toronto, meaning we'll be miles apart by then, but who cares&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those are some of our facts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need all prayers as much as possible for me &amp;amp; him cause I really want this one to work. Lets give it all to the universe anyway, shall we? :) Catch up with you guys later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Perdana Computeria&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Candle Foxx&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Unnamed personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: To you, I love you. Too much :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-422886727824234949?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/422886727824234949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/422886727824234949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-cant-get-you-off-my-mind-why.html' title='&quot;I just cant get you off my mind &amp; why would I even try?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7080868130938038972</id><published>2011-02-18T00:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:47:11.719+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I knew I wouldnt forget you, so I went and let you blow my mind."</title><content type='html'>There will be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;there will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;University of Toronto&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;University of New South Wales&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there will be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; us&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;with a whole new book to write in&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7080868130938038972?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7080868130938038972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7080868130938038972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-knew-i-wouldnt-forget-you-so-i-went.html' title='&quot;I knew I wouldnt forget you, so I went and let you blow my mind.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8659872894849114883</id><published>2011-02-13T23:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:47:11.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><title type='text'>"When I look in your eyes, I can feel the butterflies."</title><content type='html'>Well, that last post surely isnt really good to see.&lt;br /&gt;I know that by the time I'm writing this, it will be days late, but since late is better than never, &amp;amp; since we're having another thing to celebrate in the exact next week so, yeah, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 / 08 / 11&lt;br /&gt;Selamat ulang tahun, Azz!&lt;br /&gt;Semoga panjang umur, sehat selalu, wishesnya pas tiup lilin terkabul, bisa lebih dewasa &amp;amp; lebih baik dalam segala aspek, IP nya naik, cepet mapan (&amp;amp; nanti mapannya sama saya), dan makin sayang sm keluarga &amp;amp; pacarnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 / 15 / 11&lt;br /&gt;Selamat hari ke-92, Azz!&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih sudah betah menampung semua ocehan &amp;amp; kerandoman &amp;amp; keegoisan &amp;amp; kesensian &amp;amp; kemanjaannya saya. Terimakasih juga sudah menanggapi itu semua dengan kecuekan &amp;amp; kejelesan &amp;amp; kegalakan &amp;amp; ketidurannya :D me loves you :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8659872894849114883?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8659872894849114883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8659872894849114883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-look-in-your-eyes-i-can-feel.html' title='&quot;When I look in your eyes, I can feel the butterflies.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-167297981972360261</id><published>2011-02-11T21:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:48:40.228+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Sometimes I feel that its so too much to take..."</title><content type='html'>I'm actually in one of the lowest points of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at the center of attention most of the times, definitely by my unability to stay still &amp;amp; talk every single time, one thing, among of any other things, that brings me down like nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Being worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what I'm feeling right now, mostly. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm lost for words to describe how I feel lately &amp;amp; I dont even care to find the right word to. Like no one else would care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the point. No one does.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the person that you expect will do the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this huge homesick at my very fist days here, but then the feeling didnt come back for months until few days ago, when all I wanted was being at home with my mom &amp;amp; my entire family. Well, mostly my mom. Being in my room, my home, with people that care about me the most. Or maybe the only person that does care about me. Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good news, since maybe this is the only good thing happening to me by now, my self harm is acting up all over again. The cuts are spreading all around my left arm, as usual, a bit more than it used too. The process was awful, the pain after was even more awful, but now I know what its for; everytime I feel so worthless &amp;amp; look at those scars, I feel a bit happier somehow :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i to you?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; since i havent write a single word about it, &amp;amp; eventou this is 3 days late, happy birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-167297981972360261?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/167297981972360261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/167297981972360261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-feel-that-its-so-too-much.html' title='&quot;Sometimes I feel that its so too much to take...&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7147558694534055048</id><published>2011-01-28T20:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:48:04.025+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"There you go making my heart beat again, heart beat again, heart beat again."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tadi kan aku nonton Greek yah, terus masa pas cowonya bilang 'I love you' cewenya cuma bilang 'Thank you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lah emang kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya kasian aja masa dibalesnya thank you doang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh berarti selama ini kamu bales gitu tuh kasian ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hahaha ga gitu lah, coba deh coba bilang gitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makasih hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dih makasih doang, gantian kamu yang bilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogah nanti makasih juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engga, serius deh beneran coba coba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh tidak bisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadinya aku mau bilang 'so happy for you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the star signs represent the three words. well, you know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7147558694534055048?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7147558694534055048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7147558694534055048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-you-go-making-my-heart-beat-again.html' title='&quot;There you go making my heart beat again, heart beat again, heart beat again.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2195870097822713575</id><published>2011-01-21T01:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T02:12:14.604+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie, I have my freedom but I dont have much time."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You think I don’t want her to be happy? I want her to be happy, but  —serious Shawn moment here— I want to be happy, too. And, for some  reason, I can’t imagine that happening without Juliet.&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shawn Spencer, Psych: 5x09 - One. Maybe Two. Ways Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2195870097822713575?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2195870097822713575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2195870097822713575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-i-dreamed-you-sin-and-lie-i-have.html' title='&quot;I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie, I have my freedom but I dont have much time.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-171941884847661188</id><published>2011-01-11T22:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T02:13:38.429+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><title type='text'>"I'm always here for you, &amp; I'll be here for you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[This is one of my writings that I wrote in my notebook few months ago. I guess this one worth a post here, so, here we go. Hope that you like it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, makhluk yang berada bermil-mil jauhnya.&lt;br /&gt;Ralat. Tidak ada jarak yang berupa angka. Kita hidup di dunia yang jauh berbeda.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu apa guna semua ini? Apa tujuan dari tulisan ini, sesuatu yang ditujukan untuk seseorang yang tidak bernyawa, yang tidak ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menyerah menggunakan kata nyata, karena kamu mengaburkan semua garis yang ada. Kata mustahil pun mulai hilang makna saat kita menggunakannya. Semua, semua tantangan yang pernah kita bicarakan sebelumnya tentang apa kita, siapa kita, dan akan jadi apa kita, semua hal yang terdengar seperti satu cerita fiksi penuh lelucon untuk mereka yang mendengar di luar sana, tetap terasa sangat jauh lebih nyata, saat kamu yang menceritakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat salah satu pembicaraan terakhir kita? Saat kamu mengatakan bahwa semua hal, bahkan hal terkecil di jagat raya alam semesta, sudah mempunyai jalur dan akan berakhir dengan apa cara dan jalan yang semestinya? Saat kamu mengatakan bahwa mustahil adalah kata yang bodoh bila memang sudah tersedia satu cerita yang terdengar sama bodohnya? Saat kamu mengatakan bahwa kamu dan aku, entah betapa pun konyol kedengarannya, akan berada di sana, dia garis akhir itu, bila memang sudah tersedia satu cerita untuk kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan saat tiba-tiba kamu pergi. Kamu mati.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku terdengar kejam, tidak berperasaan atau bahkan tidak bermoral dengan pilihan kata barusan, tapi nyatanya kamu memang mati. Dan begitu pula semua harapan, dan rencana hidup konyol yang kita rencanakan sebelumnya. Semuanya mati. Hilang secara tiba-tiba. Kadang aku berharap hidup datang beserta paket berisi sinyal &amp;amp; bunyi peringatan, untuk hal-hal seperti ini. Setidaknya bila aku tau apa yang akan terjadi pada kamu, yang akhirnya berefek pada semua rencana kita, aku bisa menyiapkan ekspresi terkejut yang, terlihat lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali pada 2 baris pertama dari tulisan ini.&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa tidak ada jarak berupa angka. Karena aku tahu kamu di sini. Dan kamu menyaksikan semua ini. Kamu memang mati, tapi kamu pun tidak sepenuhnya pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll catch up soon, J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-171941884847661188?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/171941884847661188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/171941884847661188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-always-here-for-you-ill-be-here-for.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m always here for you, &amp; I&apos;ll be here for you.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-4482552278335862431</id><published>2011-01-07T23:18:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:22:33.745+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover version'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Your worst inhibition's gonna psych you out in the end."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;COVER POST! MAKE A WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, its been so long since my last cover post, &amp;amp; I actually didnt plan on making one, but this, is seriously one of the topic that I love the most to talk about; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my favorite tv show ever, the best, the funniest, the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSYCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://psych.edogo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/watch-psych-online-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://psych.edogo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/watch-psych-online-300x225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....wait. what do you mean you dont know Psych?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, jump on the lame train you, lame. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psych"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; link so you can at least know what the show is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm not gonna be here to talk about the show, but I'm talking about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;theme song&lt;/span&gt;!! Yeah,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; they do covers for the theme song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! First, I'm gonna give you the links of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;original theme song&lt;/span&gt; of the show, called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I Know You Know&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Friendly Indians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9f2MCUqATEs"&gt;I Know You Know - Opening Credits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elMmqdrF2x8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;I Know You - Opening Credits Extended&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some special episodes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;they did a bit of changes to the theme song&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;christmas theme&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Psych 2x10: Gus's Dad May Have Killed an Old Guy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pscyh 3x9: Christmas Joy&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Psych 5x14: The Polarizing Express&lt;/span&gt;; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spanish theme&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Psych 2x13: Lights, Camera... Homicidio&lt;/span&gt;; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bollywood theme&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Psych 4x06: Bollywood Homicide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeY1J5GkqnI"&gt;I Know You Know - Christmas Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJJAb_7eXP0"&gt;I Know You Know - Spanish Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbodxiyYAHw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;I Know You Know - Bollywood Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;they even have guest stars to sing the theme song too&lt;/span&gt;! &amp;amp; I gotta tell you, the results are beyooond amazing. You can check, I mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you HAVE TO check&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boyz II Men &lt;/span&gt;on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Psych 4x07: High Top Fade Out&lt;/span&gt; (my favorite!), &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Curt Smith of Tears for Fears&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Psych 5x08: Shawn 2.0&lt;/span&gt;; &amp;amp; the creepy one by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Julee Cruise&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Psych 5x12: Dual Spires&lt;/span&gt;, a tribute episode to a series called Twin Peaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1phFbIlmuZg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;I Know You Know - Boyz II Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47nfVbPIe48"&gt;I Know You Know - Curt Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0UaNHa0ZGY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;I Know You Know - Julee Cruise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know they did such an amazing creative job to the theme song, you might wanna check the show. I mean, you HAVE TO ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-4482552278335862431?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4482552278335862431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4482552278335862431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-worst-inhibitions-gonna-psych-you.html' title='&quot;Your worst inhibition&apos;s gonna psych you out in the end.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-4235712480256095224</id><published>2010-12-31T21:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:48:40.229+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"But all good things gotta come to an end."</title><content type='html'>Hello, readers.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be 2011 pretty soon, so here's a recap about what happened for the whole year, in points, while reading the dreadful blog archive. &amp;amp; oh, this is going to be a dreadful, long post as well! Lols. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;►&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Changed my blog name&lt;/span&gt;, for the very, very first time, from&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Candle of Irony&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tears &amp;amp; candlelights.&lt;/span&gt; It was because CoI handled some memories that I need to throw away super far, &amp;amp; I also immediately changed some of my web accounts, except AIM. Changed it again into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Lovenotes and midnight talks.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; another new name few months later that I'm sticking with now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Box of things that left unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;►&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2010 started with a guy stood by my side, which sadly had to end in early February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Caused by some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;basic problems&lt;/span&gt; about our relationship &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that actually stood there the whole time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of our relationship that we tried to ignore but, well. Anyway, I'm still having talking to him, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;being good friends&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; even have some phonecalls at night just to share stories :) &amp;amp; after the "you guys are breaking up, seriously??" moment that I got,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I dated another guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that surely made me regret the decision like so damn much&lt;/span&gt;. I cant find any other way to type this without being fully with anger, &amp;amp; not getting the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; word inside this part, but anyway, it was quite a quick relationship, &amp;amp; thank god, again&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; thank the mighty god it ended&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I got accepted in IT Telkom, informatics engineering major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At first it was a really happy moment because I was about to get kicked out to Singapore for college, but then again&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I realized that I wasnt ready for it&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; as always, regrets come late. But the thing is, I got accepted, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm sticking with it until now&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;the exhausted school events&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The national exams, the university tests, the school exam, the everything exam.&lt;/span&gt; It was such a frustation, non stop numbers &amp;amp; formulas &amp;amp; things to memorize. I even have one special bag for tests so I dont need to pack it up later. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Eventou I didnt get a really max score for national exam, but who cares, I passed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&amp;amp; the useless university test, I got in into the university I had earlier anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The surprise birthday party, bitches!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was not that surprising tho, cause my dad cant keep his mouth shut &amp;amp; kept on spoiling things, but&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I didnt think that I will be that, wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, there was everyone, classmates, middle school friends, my childhood friend, everyone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It was such a great night, &amp;amp; a great day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Too many wishes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;one sweet message from the guy I expected to wish the most&lt;/span&gt;, one greeting via messenger from the all time idol, one short phonecall from the guy I love the most, &amp;amp; the party at night; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it was the best birthday I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So far&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The most shocking news of the entire year; J's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;For good, forever.&lt;/span&gt; It was really, really shocking, eventou I should have seen it coming, since he was dying on the hospital bed for weeks, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but I didnt realize that he'll be gone, I mean THAT fast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;J, come back alive you, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Finally, another relationship around May :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;with the guy I've been in love with for about a year, that has been there the whole time.&lt;/span&gt; With a guy who doesnt really care but still give a shit. With a guy who says the bitter stuff &amp;amp; puts the sweet things between. It wasnt that smooth tho, we both know that we have some challenges in front of us, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;big challenges&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; my formspring was full with a bunch of jealous girls asking what the hell happened between the two of us, since we've never officially announced that we actually dated :)&lt;/span&gt; The chase was about a year, the dating was about three months, including one breakup. It had to end caused by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;one, single, stupid mistake I made, &amp;amp; when we could fix things up it was too late&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Another mistakes I made &amp;amp; we decided to start all over from the very first start, still talking till now, &amp;amp; share some stories :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The whole living alone thing started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have always been undercontrol of two overprotective parents &amp;amp; have always been sharing the same roof with them, made it really &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;hard for me to live during the first few days&lt;/span&gt;. I cried every single night, I slept all the time in hope that time will go faster so I could be home earlier by weekend. I can hardly stand being there, especially after the break up. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;But after a week, after few talks &amp;amp; getting along events with the class, well I'm in love. Being in love with another guy helped the process as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, I super love the class, the routine, the place, the people, the everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A new love helped the adaptation with the new environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, like I mentioned earlier, &amp;amp; I gotta tell you, this guy is&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; one of the most awesome guys I've ever known&lt;/span&gt;. Like, seriously. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;This is a guy that makes you burst out laughing, leaves you all alone crying, but also gives the calm aura that makes you stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt; Been in a realtionship for exactly a day &amp;amp; a month,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; it wasnt pretty, the break up was painful, but I didnt regret even just a second of it&lt;/span&gt;. Again, the break up, &amp;amp; the after break up are seriously hard for me, especially with the fact that we're in a same class &amp;amp; hang out with the same people. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But we're still talking, being an inside joke for the class sometimes, &amp;amp; he's still fun, no matter what :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Being apart from my closest friends during highschool was the hardest part of everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; since we all are in the different town&lt;/span&gt; (except for Amung &amp;amp; Dimas who goes to UI, while I stay in Bandung &amp;amp; Rendi studies in Purwokerto). Thank god for technology, I had some bbm conference with Rendi &amp;amp; Amung, &amp;amp; they just cant fail me. A bit tricky with Dimas tho, since he's hard to find, eventou I met him once &amp;amp; we talked about few things &amp;amp; it was great since I miss him super much, &amp;amp; now its gonna be harder cause he told me yesterday that he lost his phone ._. anyway,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I also have to face the fact that my bestfriend, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://twitter.com/galanghdr"&gt;Galang&lt;/a&gt;, had to leave for Australia for college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The farewell at the airport was quite emotional, since I didnt plan to let out any tears but I did anyway&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; In the end, 2010 was a farewell for some great friends. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One of my happy factors of the year is actually a tweet from a super  gorgeous goddess named Jenny Wade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Go effin google her &amp;amp; you'll  know. She's super pretty, like SUPER pretty, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;had her replied my  unmentioned tweet about her made my day. No, it made my month.&lt;/span&gt;  Seriously. &amp;amp; oh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I also had some few more meets with my all-time  idol, Ananda Omesh&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; really, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;really glad to know that he remembers  me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;He's super nice, &amp;amp; thats what makes me being a huge fan of him,  still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The best part of this is that I dont end 2010 single! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (eventou we both are in two different towns at the moment, being apart). Lol. So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm currently dating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://twitter.com/azzafirdaus"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; its good to finally have a boyfriend who takes a good care of me,&lt;/span&gt; since I dont get that much attention for the last, 4 relationships :P &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Had some talking about some heavy stuff with him few days ago,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&amp;amp; I surely wish I could still write about our relationship here for the entire year of 2011, (&amp;amp; the upcoming years :D). So, well, yeah. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, its surely is a really long post. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So overall, 2010 was tricky, not as plain as 2010, but it was full of surprises.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Some great guys, few jerks, &amp;amp; an amazing guy by the end. Lots of loves, lots of studies, lots of new &amp;amp; amazing friends.&lt;/span&gt; So hows yours? Please, do share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; tears,&lt;br /&gt;Perdana C / Candle F / Unknown third personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S: I just realized that I have another alter ego. This sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-4235712480256095224?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4235712480256095224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4235712480256095224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/but-all-good-things-gotta-come-to-end.html' title='&quot;But all good things gotta come to an end.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6155457015981942298</id><published>2010-12-16T18:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:29:58.205+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"You know you really were the bomb."</title><content type='html'>Hello universe!&lt;br /&gt;K so this is one super quick post to catch things up about blogging thingy, just changed the layout, it may seem exactly the same but i upgraded it to the newest one so i could easily changed the colors and stuff but unfortunately they use different code so I cant do the tricks &amp;amp; add some goodies to the blog. Boo. Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, the layout. Well as you can see I dont have any comments form, but now&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; you can click on that - (Y) box&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah! So take it like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Likes' on facebook&lt;/span&gt;, i just wanna see which kind of my lovenotes that people actually like :) so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;please kindly tick the box on posts that you like&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how suck it is when you have tons of inspirations to write some lovey dovey stuff but you cant cause its just aint describing how you feel? So based on that, I just made a new tumblr, http://idontwanttogiveyouup.tumblr , where I'll post some love notes inspired by current nowplayings! Come &amp;amp; give it a look! Thanks! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; tears,&lt;br /&gt;Candle F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The title? Oh well, its just a current nowplaying :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6155457015981942298?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6155457015981942298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6155457015981942298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-you-really-were-bomb.html' title='&quot;You know you really were the bomb.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7772376318282361551</id><published>2010-12-15T23:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:31:21.025+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"That's all I've got to say.. I love you, is that okay?"</title><content type='html'>*flip flop*&lt;br /&gt;C: "Ayo make a wish dulu."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Oke. *make a wish. lama. banget*"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Oke, mau sama apa beda?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Beda."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Oke, satu dua tiga.."&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;amp; C: "Flop!"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Yaaaaaah.. Biasanya wishnya ga bener tuh, emg kamu minta apa?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Banyak. Bla bla bla bla.. Sama semoga besok bisa bangun haha."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Eh kok sama sih aku jg semoga besok kamu ga ketiduran.."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Berarti besok bakal kesiangan lagi ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat 30 harian, @azzafirdaus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7772376318282361551?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7772376318282361551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7772376318282361551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-all-ive-got-to-say-i-love-you-is.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s all I&apos;ve got to say.. I love you, is that okay?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2756441816610423547</id><published>2010-12-07T18:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:29:58.206+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I got this icebox where my heart used to be."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[a little explanation here, wrote this few weeks after my last breakup,  about to post it but waited for a better time, &amp;amp; now it feels too  good to be sitting on draft just like that, so decided to post it  anyway, just because this one's good :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that we used to sat outside, do nothing for few minutes, then talk for hours? You know that we used to talk about everything, &amp;amp; by everything I mean, everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the jokes that you told me those days, with the signature laugh of you that I adore, even after its all over. And all the sweet things that you said in the middle of the night, things about you, about me, about a thing that once we called us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when I gave you the weird look cause you acted so childish &amp;amp; danced around without giving a shit if anyone's noticing, and we talked again about few more topics, sometimes stopped when some people passed us by, and few more talking, few more words, &amp;amp; then you started to shut your mouth... for few seconds, laid your head on your knees, leaned on me for another few seconds, and talked &amp;amp; joked all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those days, when you and me meant us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2756441816610423547?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2756441816610423547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2756441816610423547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-this-icebox-where-my-heart-used.html' title='&quot;I got this icebox where my heart used to be.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7760000876400300526</id><published>2010-12-04T16:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:29:58.208+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I was a thorn stuck in your side, and i could never change your mind."</title><content type='html'>Dear mom &amp;amp; dad &amp;amp; sister,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I cant make you guys proud &amp;amp; do amazing stuff to get our family's name high. I'm sorry that all I can do is spending every cents for some stupid things. I'm sorry that all I can do is being such a pain in your asses &amp;amp; cant stop being it. I'm sorry &amp;amp; thank you for all the things that you've done, for the patience &amp;amp; the guidance &amp;amp; all the other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being such a loud screaming machine that I know annoys the hell out of you guys. I'm sorry for always being such a stupid moron &amp;amp; asking for help like every single seconds. I'm sorry for every nonsense babble. &amp;amp; thank you, for all the helps &amp;amp; words &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear my fave addiction,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for always acting so childish &amp;amp; being so spoiled. I'm sorry for always saying bad stuff about you &amp;amp; treat you bad &amp;amp; bringing your mood down &amp;amp; being in my bad mood a lot. I'm sorry that I always ask you for anything &amp;amp; sometimes forgot to say thank you. &amp;amp; thank you, for always being there &amp;amp; everything that you gave me &amp;amp; stuff. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7760000876400300526?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7760000876400300526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7760000876400300526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-thorn-stuck-in-your-side-and-i.html' title='&quot;I was a thorn stuck in your side, and i could never change your mind.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3046762124984450469</id><published>2010-11-22T18:16:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:31:21.026+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"I cant seem to get it right when I'm not with you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Aku seneng deh kalo ngeliat kamu ketawa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Ih apasih unyu banget haha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Haha tapi serius aku seneng kalo ngeliat kamu ketawa senyum gitu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Lah kenapa emang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Ya seneng aja ngeliat kamu seneng. Jadi ikut bahagia haha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TOpcGQktGvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_83dY85EbXw/s1600/Capture%2Bon%2B11-20-2010%2B19-45-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TOpcGQktGvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_83dY85EbXw/s320/Capture%2Bon%2B11-20-2010%2B19-45-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542343554030705394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually hate oh-too-cheesy stuff, but, the heck when it comes to you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3046762124984450469?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3046762124984450469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3046762124984450469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-seem-to-get-it-right-when-im-not.html' title='&quot;I cant seem to get it right when I&apos;m not with you.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TOpcGQktGvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_83dY85EbXw/s72-c/Capture%2Bon%2B11-20-2010%2B19-45-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8737705560939464695</id><published>2010-11-15T07:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:31:14.600+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><title type='text'>"And that crooked smile of yours it knocks me off my feet."</title><content type='html'>Halo kamu. Yang labilnya parah sekali. Yang bisa bikin galau sampe maksimal. Yang ga bisa ngenalin unyu moment (tapi katanya bisa nyiptain unyu moment, aaaaaaaaaaaw hahahaha). Yang alibinya banyak. Yang ring alimnya numpuk tapi ga sebanyak aku 00000000:-). Yang udah janji gabakal ngomong asu lagi. Yang suka random sendiri. Yang kalo makan eskrim belepotan. Yang bocah terus kalo ngomong sepotong-sepotong. Yang.... apalagi ya. Itu aja deh. Eh tapi masih banyak. Tapi udah deh (labilnya nular).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makasih untuk pembicaraan super random sekali di pagi hari &amp;amp; 3 pertanyaannya yaa :) diharapkan kesabaran extra tinggi untuk menghadapi orang seperti ini. Huahahahaha *ketawa penjahat*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is so cheesy. mind me ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8737705560939464695?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8737705560939464695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8737705560939464695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-that-crooked-smile-of-yours-it.html' title='&quot;And that crooked smile of yours it knocks me off my feet.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2925280972734810569</id><published>2010-11-11T21:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:29:58.209+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I am trying. Not to tell you. But I want to."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crushing someone is one of the most fun yet complicated things to do. &amp;amp; oh god, am I in love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2925280972734810569?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2925280972734810569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2925280972734810569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-trying-not-to-tell-you-but-i-want.html' title='&quot;I am trying. Not to tell you. But I want to.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2756255352284490452</id><published>2010-11-07T00:07:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:28:03.478+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"And its the feeling I get inside that keeps me up at night."</title><content type='html'>This is supposed to be my time to shine.&lt;br /&gt;When a boy dumps a girl, somehow the girl will look way more stunning so the boy will have this regrets about the whole stuff. Except when they boy is a total jerk. But still, the girl will shine even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're not supposed to be shining more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;You're not supposed to be awesome. You're not supposed to be adorable. &amp;amp; gorgeous &amp;amp; attractive &amp;amp; amazing like how you always do. You're supposed to lost all the ability to make me laugh &amp;amp; make me smile &amp;amp; make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I supposed be over you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never said that I could have another you in minute.&lt;br /&gt;Because there will be no other you. There's only you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've never said that I'm good at moving on process as well.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, well I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also have never said that I cant find another guy, to take your place &amp;amp; treat me like how I should be treated. &amp;amp; I also have never said that I stop trying to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause believe me, dear, I'll get that fuckin spotlight back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2756255352284490452?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2756255352284490452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2756255352284490452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-its-feeling-i-get-inside-that-kees.html' title='&quot;And its the feeling I get inside that keeps me up at night.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3136876613005733066</id><published>2010-11-01T18:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:27:22.867+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"I dont wanna lose you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TM6npkgnPPI/AAAAAAAAASY/0CnJzw1jzjE/s1600/print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TM6npkgnPPI/AAAAAAAAASY/0CnJzw1jzjE/s320/print.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534545324701859058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8070678049904068860-3136876613005733066?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3136876613005733066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3136876613005733066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-wanna-lose-you.html' title='&quot;I dont wanna lose you.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TM6npkgnPPI/AAAAAAAAASY/0CnJzw1jzjE/s72-c/print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-941798922593847939</id><published>2010-10-29T02:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:28:28.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"Should i give up, or should i just keep chasing pavements, even if it leads nowhere?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Adzan Fajar Maulana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Gue aja gatau gue hrs nunggu brp lama, gue jg gatau apa gue seharusnya nunggu apa engga. Tolol ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Emang haha. Kdg apa yg kita lakuin gak logis sm kenyataan yang ada ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hati itu egois dzan, gapeduli seberapakeras otak bahkan seluruh sistem di diri lo blg suatu keputusan itu ga logis &amp;amp; ga baik, lo bakal ttp berjalan dgn apa yg hati lo blg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dan kdg hati milih jalan yg salah tp keliatan bener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-941798922593847939?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/941798922593847939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/941798922593847939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-i-give-up-or-should-i-just-keep.html' title='&quot;Should i give up, or should i just keep chasing pavements, even if it leads nowhere?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2137468751153000616</id><published>2010-10-26T21:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:28:28.549+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><title type='text'>"So hold me, take me back to you."</title><content type='html'>Kamu tau cahaya itu? Iya cahaya terang itu, yang kini telah pudar setelah semua berlalu. Cahaya yang berasal dari kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya itu, cahaya keyakinan tentang ini semua.&lt;br /&gt;Pantas saja cahaya itu perlahan memudar sebelum akhirnya kita menuju jalan yang berbeda, karena ternyata tak lama setelah itu, kamu pun pergi, dengan alasan seadanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2137468751153000616?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2137468751153000616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2137468751153000616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-hold-me-take-me-back-to-you.html' title='&quot;So hold me, take me back to you.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1069497089761339160</id><published>2010-10-23T15:24:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:12:25.005+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><title type='text'>"Starstruck! Camera flashes, cover of magazines."</title><content type='html'>Halo semua. Mau cerita pake bahasa indonesia lagi ya.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi hari ini ceritanya saya bolos kuliah. Buat apa. Buat nobar film terbarunya orang paling ganteng sedunia, Ananda Omesh, Aku atau Dia. Rencananya dadakan banget lah. Untung bisa ikut. Untung sekali. Saya bangun pagi sekali, terus bangunin adik saya yang mandinya sangat lama, biar cepet. Setelah sama sama mandi dan sarapan, kita berdua meluncur ke Plaza Senayan pukul setengah 8 karena dikira bakal macet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di PS ternyata ga macet, jam 8. Masih gelap. Terus nunggu di mobil deh. Jam 9 naik ke XXI. Salah lantai. Maklum, ngantuk. Sampai di XXI, celinguk celinguk, tanya tanya, singkat cerita masuk studio terus nonton deh. Filmnya lucu loh. Bagus. Agak nyes sih buat yang baru mengakhiri hubungan kaya saya. Tapi, ya sudahlah. Terus filmnya habis deh. Keluar. Masuk lagi ke XXI, wah ramai-ramai pada foto-foto. Ternyata ada pemain-pemainnya gitu. Fedi Nuril, Ringgo, Julie Estelle, sama ada Band Alexa juga. Rame deh. Celinguk-celinguk lagi, nyari Omeshnya, kok ga ada. Sibuk sendiri bolak-balik. Akhirnya saya bbmin. Dibalesnya lama. Sampe panik. Terus ternyata dia di smoking room -_- keluar lagi dari XXI. Ngintip dari kaca smoking roomnya kaya orang susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus dia keluar, eh ngeliat saya. Dadah dadah deh. Terus tos gitu. Ngobrol sebentar, ditanya ini siapa, sambil nunjuk adik saya. Saya bilang adik saya. Wah mirip ya katanya. Terus ngobrol lagi agak lamaan. Nanya filmnya gimana, terus kuliah dimana, terus dia juga bilang katanya masih ngantuk karena baru dari Bandung terus !nsert dulu. Saya cuma manggut-manggut aja. Abis gemeteran. Terus foto deh. Cuma sekali. Goyang lagi. Hiks. Gapapa deh dari pada ga ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus pamit pulang deh. Terus tos lagi, eh tau-tau ada Ringgo keluar dari smoking room bilang "Eeeeeh." Nengok ke dia semua. Terus dia bilang lagi "Itu masih mudaaa!" -_- terus saya mau turun. Mungkin gerakannya salah kali ya soalnya adik saya juga nyangkainnya saya mau foto sm Ringgo. Terus Ringgo-nya bilang "Ada apa?" "Engga. Mau turun." "Eh ada apa?" Saya kira tadi dia ga denger kata-kata saya jadi saya ulang deh "Mau turun." "Eh bukan, barusan ngomong ke kak omeshnya." -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus saya makan dulu, pas makan baru sadar, ternyata Ringgo sm Fedi Nuril aslinya ganteng pisan. Saya baru sadar juga saya lupa foto bareng. Saya baru sadar saya nyesel. Hiks. Gapapa deh. Ananda Omesh yang penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1150648909/197572301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1150648909/197572301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ga sia-sia bolos kuliah di H-2 UTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian dan terimakasih. Sampai jumpa di lain kesempatan.&lt;br /&gt;Salam omesporlaip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1069497089761339160?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1069497089761339160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1069497089761339160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/starstruck-camera-flashes-cover-of.html' title='&quot;Starstruck! Camera flashes, cover of magazines.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-441070109161987383</id><published>2010-10-21T20:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:38:46.759+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><title type='text'>"Haruskah aku pergi, salahkah bila ku disini tak peduli keadaannya?"</title><content type='html'>Halo!&lt;br /&gt;Box of things that left unsaid. berubah loh. Layoutnya lebih tepatnya. Header, colors, &amp;amp; background semuanya dirubah. Coba saya ga pake template lama, pasti susunan layout total dirubah semua sekalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan saya minta maaf yang sebesar-besarnya karena saya lebih banyak posting pakai bahasa indonesia akhir-akhir ini. Ini gila sekali, kemampuan menulis saya yang sudah parah itu menurun, jadi parah sekali. Sulit menulis dengan bahasa baku, apalagi pake bahasa inggeris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus apa ya. Apa ya. Itu aja deh. Lagi terlalu banyak yang bisa diceritakan. Nanti kebanyakan. Tunggu stabil aja dulu biar tidak terlalu bawel jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya kalau ada yang bingung di header itu gambar apa, itu gambar koala. Dengan muka innocentnya. Kenapa saya pilih koala? Karena... Saya dulu pernah memberikan dia julukan koala, karena kebiasaannya yang makan tidur. Haha. Lempar saja saya dengan batu bata biar sadar detik ini juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; tears.&lt;br /&gt;PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Sedikit petikan untuk keadaan terakhir tentang isu terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;Aditya Wedhatama, teman sekelas saya, 6 Oktober 2010: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saran dari aku sih ya, ini kan baru sehari, jalanin aja dulu tunggu seminggu gitu, nanti diliat gimana enaknya apa lebih enak sekarang apa gimana.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ini sudah lebih dari dua minggu, dan ini tidak enak. Sama sekali. Tapi apa guna, kan apa yang saya mau dan saya rasa tidak akan mengubah semuanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-441070109161987383?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/441070109161987383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/441070109161987383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/haruskah-aku-pergi-salahkah-bila-ku.html' title='&quot;Haruskah aku pergi, salahkah bila ku disini tak peduli keadaannya?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2284634421835208093</id><published>2010-10-20T23:43:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:28:03.480+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I'm running fast, as fast as I can, to get you back, just to get you back again."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; hell yeah I'm still not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know that you know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2284634421835208093?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2284634421835208093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2284634421835208093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-running-fast-as-fast-as-i-can-to-get.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m running fast, as fast as I can, to get you back, just to get you back again.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8991007866085086956</id><published>2010-10-20T00:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:28:28.551+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><title type='text'>"I wanna be new &amp; different, anything I'm not."</title><content type='html'>Sudah banyak pihak yang menyuruh saya berubah.&lt;br /&gt;Disuruh jadi lebih perempuan, katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, saya disuruh memanjangkan rambut, mencari baju-baju yang bukan sekedar kaos cowo di dalam hoodie dan ripped jeans serta flip flop, bersikap jauh lebih perempuan, bicara pelan-pelan, dan yang paling sulit dari semuanya, berhenti mengucapkan kata-kata kasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolong baim ya allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8991007866085086956?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8991007866085086956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8991007866085086956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-be-new-different-anything-im.html' title='&quot;I wanna be new &amp; different, anything I&apos;m not.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7581447891352113034</id><published>2010-10-17T11:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:28:05.185+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Tell me that things will turn out right."</title><content type='html'>Hi, universe :}&lt;br /&gt;I just spent my first weekend without my parents here in Bandung. I know its super lame since I've been here for about, idk, 2 months? But yeah, there's gotta back something that makes me go back to Jakarta or got my parents catching up here so, this is the first! &amp;amp; how did I spend it? By working on my fuckin english assignment. Damn you, self. Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened lately?&lt;br /&gt;This is quite funny since actually I have TONS to tell but idk where to start &amp;amp; yet idk how to say it right so, yeah. Anyway, I had typhoid, AGAIN! Oh gosh it was goooood, but boring. When I came back here in Bandung, I faced tons of assignments &amp;amp; the fact that mid term test is a week away. Yayness. In sarcastic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I started to miss Jakarta. Just like the old time, I came back to realize that this is not where I belong. The whole living alone thing is definitely not what I can do. I'm a mess, at some sorta ways, &amp;amp; I need my family to keep me in a good track. &amp;amp; few days I go I felt super alone I even spent it walking around for about 3 hours around Bandung. All by myself. I got into a public trans without knowing where I want to go. There are times when you know there's nothing that can beat your old friends. I miss my guys &amp;amp; how fun they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, my friends here are SUPERB. With all capitals. The more I know them the more fun they got. The funny thing is I just realized that I hang out with boys A LOT. Last friday, I stuck with a bunch of guys doing futsal. I did nothing but sitting outside the field tho, just watched them playing. When they finished &amp;amp; started to chat, I just realized that I was the only girl. Lmao. That is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, the moving on proces..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've never been good at that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; tears&lt;br /&gt;PC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7581447891352113034?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7581447891352113034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7581447891352113034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-me-that-things-will-turn-out-right.html' title='&quot;Tell me that things will turn out right.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8430876037428642017</id><published>2010-10-10T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:28:28.552+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><title type='text'>"Winds blowing lightly and I picture you.."</title><content type='html'>Saya labil ya. Labil ya saya.&lt;br /&gt;Dua post terakhir saya bekukan dengan alasan tertentu. Sebagai gantinya, saya buat catch-up post super singkat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang saya single. Lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Alasannya, anggap saja memang sulit diteruskan.&lt;br /&gt;Setidaknya untuk saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat malam, alam semesta &amp; isinya.&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih Tuhan, atas segala rencana yang telah engkau siapkan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8430876037428642017?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8430876037428642017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8430876037428642017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/winds-blowing-lightly-and-i-picture-you.html' title='&quot;Winds blowing lightly and I picture you..&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2022724564260667056</id><published>2010-10-02T22:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:28:51.623+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"We were just making the poorest excuses like we all do."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Pengorbanan seharusnya  gak usah dihitung2 dalam menjalin hubungan.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Adzan Fajar Maulana&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/8070678049904068860-2022724564260667056?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2022724564260667056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2022724564260667056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-were-just-making-poorest-excuses.html' title='&quot;We were just making the poorest excuses like we all do.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1099285097521614626</id><published>2010-09-15T20:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:44:59.048+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>"Do you care? I dont know."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emang cowo mau dengerin kalo gue ngomong?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://twitter.com/mohamadrendi"&gt;Rendi&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya tergantung cowonya cen.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://twitter.com/amunkpamungkas"&gt;Amung&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cowonya lagi pake iPod lo ajak ngomong.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang dicuekin mesti sabar, yang cuek juga mesti tau diri⁠.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; - &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://twitter.com/Latestopic"&gt;M. Taufik Ismail&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1099285097521614626?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1099285097521614626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1099285097521614626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-care-i-dont-know.html' title='&quot;Do you care? I dont know.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1770298590842777559</id><published>2010-09-11T23:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:23:45.749+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Its gonna feel tougher, each &amp; everyday."</title><content type='html'>Hello, Jake.&lt;br /&gt;Hi. How are you. How you doin. I hope you're doin good. Me is fine. Well, fine has a better definition since you went away. But its been, good. Better. I guess. So, yeah. Well, I know this is weird to write stuff that you can't read but, heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God why am I dong this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 4 months isn't it? Plus six days. Can't believe I'm strong enough to do all this without you. But right now, at this moment, I wish you were here. Cause if you were, you'd try to convince me that I didn't pick the wrong guy for the millionth time, that this guy is worth my while. I badly need to hear that, since I got nothing to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I badly, seriously do. If you were here right now, we'd probably will be talking via phone about this guy, that guy, &amp; you. You'd probably will be saying stuff about a girl slash your next victim. I'd probably will be listening to you singing kelsey all over again. We'd probably will be planning another part of our future, you &amp; me, &amp; say stuff about whatever will be, will be. If we're meant to be, we'd get there someday. But yeah, we never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been hard currently. &amp; a phone call would be nice. God how I desperately want a phone call from anyone. &amp; you, please, come back alive. &amp; I know that sounds silly, so let me just rephrase it into: please, come. At least in my dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all what I wanna say, it sure fun to let you know what happened. I know you're watching up there. I hope you're doin good, again. Take care : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1770298590842777559?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1770298590842777559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1770298590842777559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-gonna-feel-tougher-each-everyday.html' title='&quot;Its gonna feel tougher, each &amp; everyday.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2283004995807667832</id><published>2010-09-07T04:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T04:49:30.009+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"But you shine, you shine so much brighter."</title><content type='html'>I stopped listening to Honey, Let Me Sing You A Song by Matt Hires a couple of days ago when my priority changed. Before that day, I used to listen to this for one or two hours nonstop &amp; I never thought that I'll be typing this post with my phone while listening to it again : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not gonna say 'What am I gonna write today' because I know exactly what I want to write but as usual since I can't write I just don't know how. But, yeah I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of days ago, something huge happened. Even for me, or anyone who lives around where I now live in who sure sees this coming, that one is still a big thing. &amp; that's even bigger when you're my old friend from different cities, or you live miles away from me, or, well you know. Some gave the excitements, some gave the disappointments, some just don't care. What's with the disappointments? That's what I'm gonna write, bytheway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, isn't it funny how people talk? I mean once you fall for a bad guy, they'll say "Hey, stop chasing him. You deserve someone better. Go find another guy." &amp; when you find another guy, they'll go "Really? New guy already?" Like, god what do you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, that's not actually my point : ) last night, I talked to Candle about this, &amp; she said the more people are arguing about this, the more she feels unsure. I usually will just say bite me to words she says, but this time she's right. There's a big side effect because of this, one that caused another sleepless night but this time, not a self-harm. Candle is not being a bitch by just second-guessing things I did, she just feels that this is not what I gotta do. But, this is what I wanna do, yet what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? Idk, give me something to believe in. Show me that you care. Make me think that I need this too. Correction: make me think that we BOTH need this. That I didn't make any wrong decisions. That I didn't just left someone that literally means world to me to some random guy that I just knew for few weeks. That I picked you for some reasons, good ones. That you worth all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as this post turned from a daily write about what I feel to a message to someone I badly need to be convinced with, &amp; as the song is getting faster in my ears, I'm trying to fully disappear. Something that I've been trying to do for ages but I never did cause its harder than it looks. &amp; it looks like this is gonna happen this time. I'll try not to say anything until I got the proofs that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're looking for where I am right now, prove that I did a right thing, &amp; you'll find me : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who's the bad guy?&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp; tears,&lt;br /&gt;PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Hi guys, this is Candle, &amp; if you're looking for someone to blame for all this, I'll take all the blames. Its just, well you know the feeling when you just don't want things to get to the wrong line? She's miserable already : ) just prove that she's right. That's what she need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2283004995807667832?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2283004995807667832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2283004995807667832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/but-you-shine-you-shine-so-much.html' title='&quot;But you shine, you shine so much brighter.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6100335432948602162</id><published>2010-09-05T09:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:58:30.895+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I believe you, when you tell me there is still a silver lining."</title><content type='html'>Hello, readers.&lt;br /&gt;Typing this from Jakarta, I'm back. The internet connection is fucked up down there plus the assignments really washed away all the have fun time so I cant post as much as I used to. Got a 2 week dayoffs for this Lebaran thingy, quite excited about some stuff and the other. So what happened lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing this while listening to Brighter Lights by HeyHiHello! on repeat, something is definitely going on. But first of all, I gotta say that I damn love my new class : ) when I first stepped into the class, I was in my 'depressing phase' because of all the break up issue, so I got a bit anti social, but then it changed &amp; I started to hang with couple of guys &amp; the girls &amp; its all funtastic. I spent the last Monday - Friday nights with some of them outside my place, which is amazing for someone like me if you know me better. I have one super close girl bestfriend, few good girl-friends, &amp; just like the old times in Jakarta, I got several great guys too. While the rest of the class continue on giving me the joy of being in that absurd class; the girls are all nice, the boys are all damn funny. This is freakin amazing : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the class life, this living-alone thingy started to feel, good. Its not that I'm enjoying being miles away from mom, its just I started to not taking this in a sad way. No more cries at night about being homesick. In fact, I can do whatever I want! I came back to my place at around 9 from Mon to Fri, something that I've never done here in Jakarta : D &amp; the life of university is fun, but the assignment &amp; the subjects are getting on my nerves. Again. I can hardly pick up something from the Calculus class (which is sad because the teacher is too nice to us). &amp; the distance from my place to the campus is about 15 mins by walking. &amp; yes, I have to LITERALLY walking to get there. It sucks when you have the 3 pm class cause the sun is just like its going to make me melt or else. Its good tho, a week in there got me lost 4 kg. Yeah, its amazing : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whats up behind the Brighter Lights song?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. GOT YOU. K I was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to write this in a good, simple, un-cheesy way but, heck I dont even know how to write. The reason why writing this one wont be easy is because it will hurt some people, include me in fact, &amp; I just cant take the risk of being hated by more people anymore. God I lost my point. K so the thing is, now I have &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://twitter.com/dhickadaryanto"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; to make my days even better. Thank you, D : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all that I gotta say today, gotta catch up with some new things &amp; first thing first, SHOWER! I miss my bathroom so friggin bad. Catch up later in a few days, readers. Hope you have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp; tears.&lt;br /&gt;PC. &amp; CF. Both are writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: In case some of you just didn't get what I mean; lolyeah people, I have a friggin new boyfriend : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: As I told you before, this may not be a good news for some people so, believe me, I'm having a hard time doing &amp; making a decision about this as well. I just do what I think I gotta do, &amp; I think this is what I gotta do. &amp; you, yeah you, please don't hate me. Cause if you do, no matter who I'm with, I can hardly be happy. Thanks for being so nice, &amp; I hope you'll still do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6100335432948602162?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6100335432948602162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6100335432948602162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-believe-you-when-you-tell-me-there-is.html' title='&quot;I believe you, when you tell me there is still a silver lining.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1893390250828525566</id><published>2010-09-02T13:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:46:01.664+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I can explain if you're listening.."</title><content type='html'>What's worth a big, deep cut on your left arm?&lt;br /&gt;When you're stuck between your amazingly adorable ex that's few steps away from getting back together with you &amp;amp; your annoyingly adorable crush that probably doesn't even like you : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1893390250828525566?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1893390250828525566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1893390250828525566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-can-explain-if-youre-listening.html' title='&quot;I can explain if you&apos;re listening..&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6262451077931411506</id><published>2010-08-28T02:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:14:38.282+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><title type='text'>"Untuk siapa perang ini kumenangkan?"</title><content type='html'>1:31 am.&lt;br /&gt;Saat gue mulai membuat sebuah post dalam bahasa indonesia (walaupun ujungnya dicampur2 juga) &amp; bahkan harus menggunakan kata 'gue' instead of 'saya', berarti gue lagi galau. 60 jam target tanpa tidur gue baru aja selesai tapi gue masih harus bangun sampe jam 3. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga gatau sih mau nulis apa sekarang. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, banyak hal yang terjadi akhir-akhir ini. Iya, setelah putus yang gue bilang 'banyak hal yang terjadi' juga. Beberapa berdampak kecil, beberapa berdampak cukup besar. Awalnya, ya putus dari si mantan terakhir itu. Dari yang tadinya mulai dari nangis gara2 homesick sampe ada semut di kamar kosan aja gue selalu nyalahin 'coba gue ga putus', sekarang udah mulai bisa berenti diem, nungguin faceb, terus nangis. Walau masih kesel gila2an juga kalo inget putus gara2 gue yang terlalu tolol. Njir, idiot abis lo cen. Tapi apa ya, things are better this way, somehow. Gamau munafik juga kalo emang ada kesempatan balikan, ya gue pasti lah mau balikan lagi. Tapi everything stays the same anyway. Emang ga 100% sama semua, tapi secara garis besar, sejak penggebetan awal setahun yang lalu, sampe abis putus sekarang, ga ada yang berubah dari cara kita ngomong ke satu sama lain kok. Kalo kata iklan pasir, whatever will be, will be : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue mulai ngerasa kehilangan banyak orang. Not literally tho, tapi jaraknya, makin gila. Gue cuma punya beberapa temen cewe yang bener-bener deket, &amp; &lt;a href="http://fingertapdance.blogspot.com"&gt;Bey&lt;/a&gt; is one of them &amp; kemarin, she left for Belanda (good luck for you there bytheway!). &amp; oktober nanti, temen gue dari gue kelas 3 SD, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/galanghdr"&gt;Galang Hendriano&lt;/a&gt; bakal menjelajah benua di selatan. Gila loh, kita udah temenan dari gue masih pake rok di perut &amp; dia masih bulet kaya bola. Dari yang rumahnya sebelahan sampe beda benua. Emang mungkin kedengerannya lebay, karena walaupun mereka berdua beda benua tapi ada teknologi juga, cyber world &amp; stuff, tapi tetep aja. Pisahnya itu loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga kangen banyak banget orang. &amp; to begin with, definitely Jake. Udah lewat 3 bulan sejak J ga ada. Akhir2 ini mulai ada distraction dari kanan kiri sih, jadi udah ga secengeng dulu, tapi kadang, gimana ya, kalo lagi inget pasti bawaannya mau nangis. Dulu, kalo malem, pasti ada yang nelfonin, nyanyi Kelsey. Yang lucu juga kalau orang nanya kenapa Canada? Gue jawab dulunya Sydney. Kenapa Sydney? Karena J. Kenapa sekarang Canada? Karena J juga. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, inget inget lagi kalo sejak kuliah gue berubah. Jadi lebih pendiem. Kalo kata nyokap, lebih dewasa. Entah pengaruh kuliah atau pengaruh putus, tapi emang sekarang di kampus, gue bukan anak yang kaya sma dulu. Anak yang sampe seantero sekolah kenal saking pecicilannya. Gue, well, pendiam. &amp; looking back, lucu juga kalo ngeliat dulu gue bisa gebet orang sampe satu sekolah tau, frontal total, &amp; sekarang, cuma dipendem. Diem. Sabar. Iya. Pelan-pelan. Gatahan sih. Tapi mau bilang apa? Toh orangnya juga nganggep invisible. Ea curhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termasuk self-harm gue, yang ujungnya jadi jauh lebih ekstrim. Ga makan berhari-hari, langsung ditimpa double shots. Ga tidur berhari-hari. Papercuts. Papercuts fgs! Sekarang yang gue tau, selain jiwa gue yang mau mati, perut &amp; tangan kiri gue juga udah mulai nyerah kayanya. Candle juga berubah sekarang. Jadi lebih tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; setelah ketikan sepanjang ini, masih ada satu jam lagi sampai jam tiga. &amp; setelah ketikan sepanjang ini, gue masih belum mengungkapkan dengan jelas inti utama kegalauan gue. A guy that I have a crush on but thinks I'm a complete moron, weirdo &amp; invisible. Lucu, untuk seseorang yang dikenal sama seluruh sekolah selama SMA, bisa dianggap invisible sama seseorang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue gatau harus bilang apa untuk orang yang satu itu. Tapi saat ini, I'm not looking for a fresh wound. I was about to close the old one : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf telah membuat bosan dengan ketikan super panjang &amp; pointless gue, tapi entah kenapa cuma ini yang bisa bikin gue lega saat ini. Seenggaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night, readers.&lt;br /&gt;Perdana Computeria : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6262451077931411506?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6262451077931411506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6262451077931411506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/untuk-siapa-perang-ini-kumenangkan.html' title='&quot;Untuk siapa perang ini kumenangkan?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2762140303376564645</id><published>2010-08-27T16:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:47:14.350+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I thought I have a brain I dont seem to have one."</title><content type='html'>I already made a super friggin long post but then I suddenly deleted all of them. Idiot. So now my mood is fucked up. Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't been sleeping for 50 hours right now, so its 10 more hours to go. &amp;amp; haven't eaten anything as well for the same amount of hours. &amp;amp; made some cuts last night. Little cuts. My arm looks amaaaazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't feel the homesick any longer, things started to feel like a habit. Still miss my mom, but not as big as I used to. Will go back to Jakarta tomorrow to catch up with the new squad of MPK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- College has been nice. My class definitely knows how to have fun. The girls are all nice, the boys are all funny. While those who came from the same high school as I do, could make me laugh even harder. But damn you calculus class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm currently being sick definitely because of the eating &amp;amp; sleeping issues, &amp;amp; I supposed to take some meds but I don't have any since someone told me he'll remind me to buy some meds but he didn't so its not moi fault isn't it? : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a crush on a guy who definitely thinks I'm invisible. That's worth few cuts isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot all the things that I wrote so, that's all. Hope you guys a great day! &amp;amp; oh, one more thing; J, please come back alive you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; tears,&lt;br /&gt;Perdana Computeria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2762140303376564645?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2762140303376564645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2762140303376564645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-thought-i-have-brain-i-dont-seem-to.html' title='&quot;I thought I have a brain I dont seem to have one.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6709000801554225140</id><published>2010-08-25T19:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:46:36.162+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"And now I don't know how much more that I can take."</title><content type='html'>I'm really good at expecting things that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at these past few times, I made the same mistake all over again; expecting things. I always take every signals seriously, when I know exactly no one would hitting on me (who do you think you are, dumbass). Whoa, I'm getting straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know I should stop looking through the positivity lens since everything will be super bright &amp;amp; I will expect more things. I should think the opposite, the gloomy, bad things. Why? Because that way, I'll stop expecting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it with being positive. Pain comes with it, when you thought everything seems so bright but then things went nothing like you want. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop crushing on someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6709000801554225140?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6709000801554225140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6709000801554225140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-now-i-dont-know-how-much-more-that.html' title='&quot;And now I don&apos;t know how much more that I can take.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3855306947347161951</id><published>2010-08-23T19:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:01:43.777+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Cause youre big on the inside, small on the outside."</title><content type='html'>HELLO UNIVERSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'M BEING AWESOME. I MEAN I HAVE AN AWESOME LIFE. SUPER AWESOME LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. K, caps off. But seriously, its been 2 days &amp;amp; these past two days has been SUPER AWESOME. There I go again. Why. What. Who. How. When. Where. Herrrrrrre we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;220810 was THE BEST day ever. I could go on with telling you why the day was awesome, but there was 2 biggest highlights. The first one was around 3 am, I checked my twitter &amp;amp; found out that &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://twitter.com/jenny_wade/status/21774270679"&gt;Jenny Wade replied&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://twitter.com/fcandle/status/21751599420"&gt;my tweet&lt;/a&gt;!!!! ITS JENNY WADE FGS, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.suzanneenglandphotography.com/moviestills/thumbnails/400x300/Jenny_Wade.jpg"&gt;THIS JENNY WADE&lt;/a&gt;, the prettiest creature on earth. You may recalled her face from Reaper, one of my fave tv shows. He got the role as Nina, a female demon who dated a human named Benjamin &amp;amp; fyi, Nina &amp;amp; Ben are my fave tv couple EVERRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, I went to Trans TV building to watch Indonesia Mencari Bakat, or basically just the host, the gorgeous Ananda Omesh, the one that has his name on my blog url. We (me &amp;amp; the group) didnt get any seat so we had to stand up for 4 friggin hours. In the middle of the show, during the commercial breaks, the crowd was screaming his name &amp;amp; seeing other fans always make me feel so, idk, beaten. One lucky girl got invited to the stage &amp;amp; stuff, &amp;amp; I almost cried. Few minutes later, he suddenly said "Hey Candle!" OMFG HE REMEMBERED ME. HE RECOGNIZED ME. OMG. OMFG. &amp;amp; the front crowd starred at me like "Whaaaat?" Oh I love the expression. He also waved at me one more time later, &amp;amp; smiled at me when I starred at him with no blinking. I, am the biggest fan of Ananda Omesh, girls. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesomeness continued later today, when I finally got along with the kids in my class &amp;amp; laughed at some inside jokes. &amp;amp; talked to people. &amp;amp; &amp;amp; &amp;amp; &amp;amp;, oh just, I love my class. Beside the whole class thing, the guy! What guy? Lol, I just cant tell you much stuff about this without blowing the whole operation ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm having such a great time, yet I still cant find it enough to distract me from all the things that happened lately. I just wish I could actually moving on for real by saying "I want to move on, goddamn it." Tried once. Didnt work. Hell yeah you damn idiot. &amp;amp; bytheway on the other super random side, I'm craving for some burger kings. F this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have some great times! Inside, &amp;amp; outside : )&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; tears.&lt;br /&gt;PC : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3855306947347161951?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3855306947347161951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3855306947347161951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-youre-big-on-inside-small-on.html' title='&quot;Cause youre big on the inside, small on the outside.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1208754145351689470</id><published>2010-08-19T22:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:59:11.414+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Waking up is hard to do, sleeping's impossible to, everything's reminded me of you."</title><content type='html'>Hello readers.&lt;br /&gt;This is the third day of this whole living alone thing that I gotta do for my blur future. Seriously. Bluuuuur. I actually wrote a post on the 1st day but that was too emotional. But it was worth a post tho, will post that one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's things been?&lt;br /&gt;Good. Not that good but, good. Just broke my old records by staying awake for 6 days. Six freakin days people! Well not fully 6 days, I cheated on the 4th, I guess, by sleeping for about 3 minutes. So, why did I sleep? Well, this morning, at 6 am, I was extreeeemely tired but I gotta prepared to go to the campus, but I was too lazy to move so I decided to waited for more minutes. &amp; more. &amp; more. &amp; 15 minutes later.. GOD I WAS LATE. That 15 minutes sleep that ruined my whole record was a bastard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp; for the rest, I just decided to write it in a short paragraph cause, I just feel like it. Home sick thingy, well I don't like it here. College, having trouble making friends, spotted some cute guys who unfortunately think I'm completely invisible. Great. &amp; the post break up thingy, well, I just have to learn that once you break up, &lt;b&gt;things won't stay the same&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; I gotta deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will leave for Jakarta tomorrow. I cried on the 1st day because of that damn homesick, plus the break up thingy, so I'm really really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh, playlist for these few days: lights out dancing - worth the wait, mads langer - fact fiction, better than ezra - absolutely still, maroon 5 - misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace from all the unstable kids all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: miley cyrus - i hope you find it. &amp; oh, this is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1208754145351689470?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1208754145351689470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1208754145351689470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/waking-up-is-hard-to-do-sleepings.html' title='&quot;Waking up is hard to do, sleeping&apos;s impossible to, everything&apos;s reminded me of you.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3860392140064698409</id><published>2010-08-13T22:27:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:46:18.130+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><title type='text'>"Celakanya hanya kaulah yang benar-benar aku tunggu,"</title><content type='html'>Saya gatau mau nulis apa sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan karena ga ada bahan, tapi justru terlalu banyak yang ingin dituangkan. Terlebih saya memutuskan menggunakan bahasa saya sendiri, yang berarti kemungkinan saya untuk bercerita banyak akan sangat besar. Tapi ternyata, saya tetap ga bisa bilang apa-apa. Untuk hal yang satu ini, yang berhubungan dengan makhluk yang satu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barusan saya blogwalking, ngeliat blog-blog tetangga, lagi musim putus, patah hati. Hahaha. Kok bisa sama sih? Patah hati nya mungkin. Putusnya, saya harap engga. Plis saya harap engga. Saya lebih mau semua masalah yang ada selesai dengan baik &amp;amp; hubungan saya membaik lagi, lebih dari saya mau signed posternya Mystery Jets sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang terjadi akhir-akhir ini. Mungkin ga banyak, tapi emang sayanya aja yang drama queen. Drama queen yang egois tepatnya, kalau kata pacar saya (sekarang, anggap saja saya masih punya pacar &amp;amp;  mudah-mudahan emang masih). Saya cuma mau dunia tau masalah saya, tapi saya ga pernah bersedia buat meluangkan waktu mendengarkan masalah orang lain &amp;amp; berbagi drama. Saya juga ga bisa menghargai cerita &amp;amp; sudut pandang orang lain, saya selalu melihat semuanya dari mata saya. Saya egois ya? Iya saya tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata ibu saya, saya itu sok kuat. Dalam kasus tertentu, sekali lagi yang berhubungan dengan makhluk yang satu ini, iya. Apa yang akan saya ketik sekarang akan sangat bertolak belakang dengan post terakhir saya, &amp;amp; juga beberapa lovenotes yang saya buat di kosan saya. Saya bertindak seakan-akan saya kuat, saya ga peduli sama apa yang bakalan terjadi, saya ga peduli dia mau ngapain juga, saya ga peduli. Saya juga bertindak seakan-akan ga akan ada apa-apa kalau dia sampe beneran pergi. Saya salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya baru saja melakukan hal terbodoh yang pernah saya lakukan seumur hidup, mengorbankan hubungan saya dengan seseorang yang udah saya perjuangkan (sayangnya, hubungannya belum selama itu) hampir setahun terakhir, hanya karena sifat kebocahan saya yang berpikir pendek tanpa mau mendiskusikan masalah dengan orang yang bersangkutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mau minta maaf. Saya sudah minta maaf. Saya akan terus minta maaf. Sampe saya dimaafkan. Bocah ya? Saya ga peduli. Setahun bukan waktu yang sebentar. Saya ga akan membiarkan semua usaha saya hilang gitu aja gara-gara satu tindakan bodoh yang saya lakuin tanpa pikir panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya udah bilang banyak yang terjadi akhir akhir ini?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; saya butuh banyak hal untuk meredam dampak dari hal-hal ini.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; saya yakin, putus adalah hal terakhir yang saya inginkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Sesaat setelah saya selesai mengetik post ini, saya resmi putus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3860392140064698409?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3860392140064698409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3860392140064698409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/celakanya-hanya-kaulah-yang-benar-benar.html' title='&quot;Celakanya hanya kaulah yang benar-benar aku tunggu,&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-4300705804495331474</id><published>2010-08-11T20:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:12:59.525+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Turn back the clock. Give me some time. I need to break out."</title><content type='html'>It took me an hour just to find the great words to start this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told people about your stuff &amp;amp; then waited for them to give what their point of views on what you should do? What if what they said were way too different with what you want to do? How many times you'd go with your mind anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find the way to write this post without losing its point of what I wanted to say in the first place, but its about how your heart beats the shit out of your logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its when you asked for help to your closest one, because you have no idea what the hell are you doing. Its when the person that you asked for help, told you the exact same thing that your logic told you to do. Its when the person you asked for help, told you the opposite thing with what your heart wanted you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its when you'd go for your heart anyway, even when you know its bad for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because whoever &amp;amp; whatever that is that tells you what you should do, its your life, &amp;amp; you're the one who will live it, you're the one who'll do the thing, the work. Cause it doesnt matter how good that is for you, your heart will always be the selfish one to control everything, persuades you with all the good things that you'll get during the process. But unfortunately, not the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when you're having a bad boyfriend, &amp;amp; you know you should get over him, &amp;amp; your closest one asked you to break up, &amp;amp; no matter how bad your brain's thinking about how many pains you got during the dating time, your heart will always be too in love to let it go. You let yourself suffer all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post isnt about tell you that you should think everything ahead with all the risk &amp;amp; stuff ahead, cause me myself cant do it as well. I suck at realizing that I did horrible things to myself. I dont even know why I'm writing this at the moment other than realizing that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been such a moron for not listening to people around me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when its all too late, all you could do is, realizing that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've been such a moron for not listening to people around you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a full control of what you want to do, yet you also have a full control to stop what you want to do at the first place. You will feel what you tell yourself to feel, you wont let your guard down unless you tell yourself to let it down. You may have your own way to live the life, you may have your own decision for your next move, you may hang on to it really strong, but when someone tells you something that you know exactly will be good for you, you have to share the thought with your entire system cause you could, make it sounds good for your heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the minutes I spent typing the post,&lt;br /&gt;saying is easy, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At times like this I only wish for nothing but catching up with Jake even if that means I should be where he is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-4300705804495331474?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4300705804495331474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4300705804495331474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/turn-back-clock-give-me-some-time-i.html' title='&quot;Turn back the clock. Give me some time. I need to break out.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6412119369022752207</id><published>2010-08-11T19:32:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:46:46.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I was a fool to think someday you would come around."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Miracle doesnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this isnt gonna work out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6412119369022752207?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6412119369022752207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6412119369022752207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-fool-to-think-someday-you-would.html' title='&quot;I was a fool to think someday you would come around.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7508044788167267895</id><published>2010-08-07T20:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:57:48.635+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"When you feel so tired but you cant sleep. Stuck in reverse."</title><content type='html'>If I could be really good at one thing, it would be looking like a fool by keep falling for you &amp;amp; cant face the reality that what really happened was not what I want things to happened. &amp;amp; for the whole world to know, I need a big slap on the face that I dont even have the right to be sad since you're way out of my league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventou I'm so seeing that coming, it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7508044788167267895?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7508044788167267895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7508044788167267895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-you-feel-so-tired-but-you-cant.html' title='&quot;When you feel so tired but you cant sleep. Stuck in reverse.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3920902228099730428</id><published>2010-07-29T17:52:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:58:01.853+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I'd like to think I'm a mess, you'd wear with pride."</title><content type='html'>Will leave Jakarta in a few days &amp;amp; a week. I need a whole new start. I need a reset button. I even wish I could suddenly lost contact with people that I dont want to keep contact with. I want to be new. I wish it could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently filling up my &lt;a href="http://last.fm/heydearpacific"&gt;last.fm&lt;/a&gt; account with Psych soundtracks. Loving one from Mr. Yin Presents called "I Go To The Barn Because I Like The". Memorable, remarkable, well it made me cry at the end of Psych so, Bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I dont wanna leave Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;My boyf told me he never heard of people that having trouble with moving outside the town. Well, neither did I. I always dreamed of my parents letting me to go out just like what my friends normally do, now I just wish to stay with my mom. But I gotta go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, I have the best boyfriend anyone could ever asked for : ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3920902228099730428?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3920902228099730428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3920902228099730428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/id-like-to-think-im-mess-youd-wear-with.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d like to think I&apos;m a mess, you&apos;d wear with pride.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7072329246395557545</id><published>2010-07-21T20:59:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:58:18.603+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"No one ever said it will be this hard. Oh take me back to the start."</title><content type='html'>Have you ever feel like posting lots &amp;amp; lots of stuff but then you don't know what to write eventou you have tons of things sitting in the tip of your tounge? I'm feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I'm trying my all to write every single thing, this post is going to be a long, boring, &amp;amp; whiny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't bring things up again, bringing up unimportant issues which actually dont matter that much, its just me being all drama when its so clear that what I need to do is being an all-grown up &amp;amp; stop making such a big deal out of a no big deal probs. I should have let things go. I should just leave all those question marks because some riddles better left unsolved. &amp;amp; these questions are ones of those which I should just leave without waiting for the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't ask for many things anymore. He's done much things already, &amp;amp; he actually doesnt have to do stuff that he doesnt want to, like all this. I should stop asking him to do things, when its clear enough I dont even deserve to be in this position, to have him as mine. Or at least thats what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known that remade the sparks is not an easy business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean too much to me I even could let go things if that's what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; by things, it includes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask for it, I'll let you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7072329246395557545?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7072329246395557545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7072329246395557545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-one-ever-said-it-will-be-this-hard.html' title='&quot;No one ever said it will be this hard. Oh take me back to the start.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8318402170725943540</id><published>2010-07-19T12:54:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:58:34.072+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I cant be anything without you."</title><content type='html'>Its funny how things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like two years ago, I wrote sloppy daily stories.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I write in English &amp;amp; create cheesy lovenotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and a half years ago, my favorite show was Stacked.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't stop watching Psych.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago, all I did when being miserable is cry.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have scissors sitting right next to where I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months ago, my future meant Sydney &amp;amp; Jake.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I crossed Sydney &amp;amp; I wrote Canada instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Its funnier how things stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a year ago I was nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now I still am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8318402170725943540?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8318402170725943540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8318402170725943540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-be-anything-without-you.html' title='&quot;I cant be anything without you.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2125117983365194481</id><published>2010-07-14T21:50:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:58:49.156+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover version'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"If you were a cover, you'd be Fergie's Quando Quando Quando; disappointing."</title><content type='html'>Instead of being a single cover track with flaws on each,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be a combination of all, creating a great, flawless playlist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2125117983365194481?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2125117983365194481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2125117983365194481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-were-cover-youd-be-fergies.html' title='&quot;If you were a cover, you&apos;d be Fergie&apos;s Quando Quando Quando; disappointing.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1296787761761149247</id><published>2010-07-13T20:42:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:58:59.951+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>‎"The books &amp;movies just wanna see the happy ending story. Like they dont know it wasnt happen all the time."</title><content type='html'>205 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could be werewolf instead of vampire :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats up with the vampire? You'll get kstew, your girl, &amp;amp; the girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah I get them all but not you cause you prefer werewolf :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how we are now, its hard to believe we've been there before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1296787761761149247?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1296787761761149247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1296787761761149247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/books-just-wanna-see-happy-ending-story.html' title='‎&quot;The books &amp;movies just wanna see the happy ending story. Like they dont know it wasnt happen all the time.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-5904467834653545625</id><published>2010-07-08T16:46:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:59:10.425+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"You can do better than me / but I can't do better than you."</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for making you do all this. Now I feel bad cause I feel like I pushed you to do this, to do what I want, not what we want, cause it seems like this is not what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am trying to be a grown-up by stop acting childish, babbling too much, speaking unnecessary, showing too much drama, &amp;amp; all the annoying behavior that I know for sure you hate. I still am trying to respond to all the silly things that you do, the world cup excitement that you have, to be fun like you, cause you also hate the boring me. But unfortunately, all the efforts that I did ain't giving a good result, yet. But I still am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks  a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Good luck for a year ahead : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-5904467834653545625?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5904467834653545625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5904467834653545625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/death-cab-for-cutie-you-can-do-better.html' title='&quot;You can do better than me / but I can&apos;t do better than you.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6840514232628464681</id><published>2010-07-05T19:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:10:41.394+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Depressive people are more honest with themselves than mentally healthy people."</title><content type='html'>Too tired to type. Too many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Few recaps from a few days. Figure out how to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if-this-is-our-last-phonecall.html"&gt;Its been two months since this happened&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://mulattodiaries.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/key_art_lie_to_me-7447712.jpg"&gt;I finished watching the first season of this season&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://arynstary.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/reaper-season2.jpg"&gt;currently watching the first season &amp;amp; will continue to the next season of this show&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://twitter.com/AustinMeyer/status/17568166721"&gt;me &amp;amp; him are getting some changes&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4YsuY0lx_Y"&gt;my fave band's newest live session &amp;amp; the drummer's damn good&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=1087180011&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;a birthday of one of the closest guys tomorrow&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/j-are-you-there.html"&gt;a birthday of an ex love at the same day&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fcandle/status/17560828071"&gt;I found something in a cover of deadly smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6840514232628464681?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6840514232628464681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6840514232628464681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/lie-to-me-depressive-people-are-more.html' title='&quot;Depressive people are more honest with themselves than mentally healthy people.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-4705930292261187226</id><published>2010-07-02T03:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:10:46.763+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"Yeah, I miss you, too. A lot. Doesn't change anything. Sorry."</title><content type='html'>Hello its 3:11 down here &amp;amp; I can hardly sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding. I just got up but yes, I can hardly sleep ever since. Typing this under my blanket with my phone, I'm pretty much look silly. Well, I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to tell. Like, really lots. In every single aspect of it. Well, the typhoid's getting better but it stays, still. The spinning head effect that bothers a lot. Still spending the rest of the holiday sleeping on the bed doing nothing but dvd marathon. Hardly come out but to my lovely wallstreet since there's a contract that I'm hooked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of coming out, I just watched Eclipse two days ago. Lucky enough to watch it in the very first day. Not to crowded on the line, but it was pretty full. What bothered me so much was the fuckin teenagers down there. Well, me too is a teenager, but not that cheesy. I mean, they clapped when its not even a good part of it, gasped every time Jacob Black made an entrance, &amp;amp; screamed when Bella asked Jacob to kiss her. Argh. But the film was, beyond words. I mean, finally, after that disappointing New Moon, Eclipse was way much better. Hate the fact that this is an Edward movie, I wish they'll use a good director in Breaking Dawn since its also a Jake's part. Ladies, I love Jacob Black, not Lautner. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jacob, the film definitely made me miss my Jakey a lot. Yes, my own Jakey. Its ironic cause few days ago I just opened my email account, the one that I abandoned since J hospitalized, found J's email, telling me that he's way better &amp;amp; he'll be in Sydney in two days. It was sent a day before he died. &amp;amp; I just found that out days ago. This is ironic. I mean what if I rushed to open the email right when he sent it &amp;amp; a day after I had to take the fact that he's gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have any other left to tell, but this post is getting boring &amp;amp; I'm getting sleepy all over again, so one more. Told you I spent my days with dvds, slowly watching Lie To Me &amp;amp; White Collar, &amp;amp; they made it to my fave 5 tv shows. &amp;amp; I just realized now I'm so into police procedural tv series. But nothing, nothing can beat Psych EVERR. I finished watching all 4 seasons ended yesterday, &amp;amp; started my marathon from season 1 all over again this morning. Thinking about buying some more dvds, listed all detective series &amp;amp; small number of sitcoms.&lt;br /&gt;K I now this is a very long post that's why I'm gonna stop here. Sorry for the lack of colors, told you I'm typing with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; tears,&lt;br /&gt;CF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Me &amp;amp; my boyf's, getting better. Yet getting worse at the same time. Sometimes, he's just too good I feel so lucky that I'm actually dating him, sometimes, well yeah the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Have you ever, like someone just because that person is super hot so you like checking him/her out but you don't wanna mess with? Oh yeah, I have. I have mine. &amp;amp; if you wanna know, he's hot with capital letters. But I'm too tired to hit the shift buttons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-4705930292261187226?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4705930292261187226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4705930292261187226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/jacob-black-yeah-i-miss-you-too-lot.html' title='&quot;Yeah, I miss you, too. A lot. Doesn&apos;t change anything. Sorry.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3108074560561643876</id><published>2010-06-27T15:16:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:10:51.345+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery jets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I just keep wondering. Like, what if I’d made a different choice?"</title><content type='html'>Hello, readers. Its a nice beautiful sunday isnt it? WRONG. Its been an  exhausting week. A lot of things happened, got the bad mood around a  whole week. Some good things happened tho, but still not enough to clear  all the bad other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight will be typhoid definitely, which turns out to be still in  me cause now my temperature's so high I feel like my sheet just got  ironed. That high. Probably something I ate, &amp;amp; when I supposed to  have some rest, I didnt, which made things a lot worse. Last week was a  hectic one, &amp;amp; it didnt stop this week. Lots of things to do. My  body's getting weaker. As much as I hate to sound like a whining bitch  &amp;amp; I loooove being sick, typhoid is the other thing. I hate this  since I even can barely move my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I got my first ok-continue-but-focus-on-grammar yesterday. It was  my 5th encounter. At unit 39. Its 5th &amp;amp; unit 39 FGS, I know I could have  done better. Keep talking to myself &amp;amp; making an excuse that I didnt  feeling well that day, but still its not even an excuse. My English IS  that bad. What made it worse is yesterday's toefl test. Cant answer  those easily. My English sucks, I knew it, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good things for this week is the Serotonin Session of Mystery Jets, my number 1 fave band in the entire world. It was somekind of their live session, playing songs from their upcoming album, Serotonin. Just finished downloading the Serotonin one, &amp;amp; cant stop playing it ever since. So far, Serotonin has been really satisfying, I mean from the singles. Cant wait to get a copy of Serotonin! &amp;amp; by the way, you can see the Serotonin Session videos &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rbhNuK5npU"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for Serotonin, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neKBnf6730M&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for The Girl Is Gone. Kapil's super skill &amp;amp; Kai's good looking face caught my attention, a lot. Especially when I found out that the whispering high voice in Serotonin was Kai's, not Blaine's. Me is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second thing is I just bought some dvds; Castle, Lie to Me, How I Met Your Mother, White Collar (that officially became my current fave tv show since I finished watching all Psych episodes), definitely PSYCH :D :D :D Finally watched the Yin &amp;amp; Yang episodes, &amp;amp; cried at both ending. I should stop crying at every Psych's emotional ending. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. Thats it? Thats it. I guess. Sorry for the lack of colors in the post but I'm typing this down and rarely looking at the screen. Seriously get well soon self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch up with you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;CF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Life is not made up of a single moment. It’s made up of a gazillion  moments. What defines us is the choice you make in the next moment and  the one after that. These moments, Shawn, they’re happening, they’re all  around us, all the time. You’re having one right now.&lt;/span&gt;" Henry Spencer, Pscyh 3x02. I told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Decided not to talk about you but this again right now, &amp;amp; I thought I asked you too much things enough. Blame me for keep on expecting things that I shouldnt expect cause all I know is, yes I am a selfish drama queen &amp;amp; you've done too much. Thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S: God, thanks to you too for the sore throat that just came in seconds ago. Thank you. Why dont you consider me being hospitalized? No this isnt a sarcasm &amp;amp; hospitalized is really way better :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3108074560561643876?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3108074560561643876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3108074560561643876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/shawn-spencer-i-just-keep-wondering.html' title='&quot;I just keep wondering. Like, what if I’d made a different choice?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1092193539516904271</id><published>2010-06-21T19:58:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:59:29.587+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"I remember things, remember?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I had tons of ideas to say this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;before canceled it all for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-things-end.html"&gt;one single obvious reason&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" href="http://twitter.com/fcandle/status/16709648710"&gt;happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" href="http://twitter.com/AustinMeyer/status/16719811437"&gt;birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1092193539516904271?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1092193539516904271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1092193539516904271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-remember-things-remember.html' title='&quot;I remember things, remember?&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6576265540367015859</id><published>2010-06-20T21:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:50:12.931+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"why dont you take a gun and pull the trigger? youre killing yourself"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:200%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fcandle/status/16618219055"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fcandle/status/16617775515"&gt;it won't be&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fcandle/status/16618575767"&gt;too hard to catch&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fcandle/status/16619089917"&gt;what's going on&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fcandle/status/16619514028"&gt;with me :]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just wish I could stop pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6576265540367015859?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6576265540367015859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6576265540367015859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-dont-you-take-gun-and-pull-trigger.html' title='&quot;why dont you take a gun and pull the trigger? youre killing yourself&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1944506813829926536</id><published>2010-06-19T19:16:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:50:32.730+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i&apos;m into'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Indonesian songs that I'll listen for hours without feeling sick of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsG-JrlX80o"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34hErrZ7hR0"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of versions. Quite a surprise. I know. The heck, those two are the one of the best Indonesian songs ever made :9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1944506813829926536?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1944506813829926536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1944506813829926536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/indonesian-songs-that-ill-listen-for.html' title='Indonesian songs that I&apos;ll listen for hours without feeling sick of it.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1835545190157074300</id><published>2010-06-17T19:03:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:07:37.475+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Cut my knees. Cut my knees. Cut my knees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meet my emo-side quoting lyrics, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/dearpacific"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I cut my knees&lt;/span&gt;. This is the first time I "had fun" with scissors, &amp;amp; definitely not hoping for the second time. It hurts so bad I can hardly walk. I wonder what those cutters feel when they cut their arms everytime, &amp;amp; those cuts are damn deep, while the scissor yesterday was only grinding on my skin. The wounds are too small. God I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else what else. Oh this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I decided to back off from any social networking sites for about a week&lt;/span&gt; or so, beside Facebook definitely &amp;amp; this blog. Won't be answering any call, won't be replying any text, won't be reading any bbm. &amp;amp; twitter is the ultimate one. I made another account tho, but I'll use this account just too update some quotes from now playing, since some people started to hate my emo-ness on quoting song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;IELTS test on Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IELTS test on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;IELTS test on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jake. Jake. Jake. Jake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace from all the unstable kids of all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;DONT do anything STUPID. You know whats define as a stupid act? I dont  know like, hurt your self or play with knife or scratch yourself.&lt;/span&gt;" :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1835545190157074300?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1835545190157074300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1835545190157074300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/cut-my-knees-cut-my-knees-cut-my-knees.html' title='Cut my knees. Cut my knees. Cut my knees.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6581359728074354889</id><published>2010-06-16T15:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:51:14.732+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i&apos;m into'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Formspring, the bravery, &amp; jake.</title><content type='html'>Another boring recap for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so boring, I know. He told me that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formspring issue.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't know what I'm supposed to do with these questions.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What was your first intention when you made formspring?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Idk, it seems fun.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it's not fun anymore, huh?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cause -censored-, I guess yes it's not fun anymore.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Problem solved.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bravery"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; band a lot lately. Fall in love with them all over again. Reminds me of high school life when I fell for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sam Endicott&lt;/span&gt;, the vocalist. The hot vocalist to be exact. Anw, listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'An Honest Mistake'&lt;/span&gt; from their first album, a song with one of the coolest MV ever. There's domino effect, I mean, literally domino effect. Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8vzbezVru4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see. &amp;amp; can't stop listening to their song at Eclipse's soundtrack as well, called&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 'Ours'&lt;/span&gt;. Click &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/thebravery"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the rest of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I MISS MY JAKE.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY JAKE.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY JAKE.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY JAKE.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY JAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the other part of me who doesn't want me &amp;amp; J together misses his voice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace from all unstable kids of all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;CF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6581359728074354889?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6581359728074354889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6581359728074354889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/formspring-bravery-jake.html' title='Formspring, the bravery, &amp; jake.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-4631753551558806818</id><published>2010-06-13T23:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:04:03.735+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Random recaps.</title><content type='html'>One super smoking sexy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new haircut&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TA5i9WzGC2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/2J9G3aADpmc/s1600/blaine+%289%29.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;band&lt;/span&gt; ever, at least in my opinion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new video&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBRsXKgRAHc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Funniest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sitcom&lt;/span&gt; ever, whole new season, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;promo&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTr6Y5mQT_I&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crossover promo&lt;/span&gt; for  tv show, ever: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGcYEGd4H1c&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locos &amp;amp; mad questions&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/fcandle"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt; I watched recently, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOODY AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.ateam-movie.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt; I watched recently, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;praise the main cast&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.karatekid-themovie.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trailer&lt;/span&gt; of an interesting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;upcoming movie&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0cSz62nq9Y"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood charger for a whole week&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/omeshomesh/status/16008228171"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How ya feeling? / The day has had its way with both of us / And no, Ive gone out of my way /But I'm not free / From this pain Im reeling / &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was a fool to think some day you would come around&lt;/span&gt; / But no no no I'm not thinking that way / Cause now I see / You are not what you seem / You are a mystery to me / Sometimes I just wanna scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Rag doll, maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World cup is happening people! Used to be a HUGE fan of soccer, like literally huge fan, seeing every matches, collecting every articles. I was mad about soccer. But then its gone, &amp;amp; now, for several reasons, I need to get my attention back. Some things haven't changed, like how much I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wayne Rooney&lt;/span&gt;. Still ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A week ahead plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; need to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.sman38.net/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; for skhun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.wallstreet.ac.id/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; for an encounter class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://sman28jkt.sch.id/home.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; for snmptn &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.wallstreet.ac.id/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; to book a class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://sman28jkt.sch.id/home.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; for snmptn &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.margocity.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; with mom &amp;amp; sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.al-izhar-jkt.sch.id/public/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; to pick my sister's report card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.indonesia.idp.com/our_branches/pondok_indah.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; for an IELTS test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full week ahead. Fiuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace from all the unstable kids of all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CF&lt;/span&gt;. No, its not Crazy Frog. Or Chinese Food.&lt;br /&gt;NO, not Corn Flakes as well.&lt;br /&gt;Center Field?? What is wrong with you guys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for giving me the second thought about living in Australia&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for every single talk, in fact&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Seriously you guys, did I ever tell you that I'm currently in a relationship? Then why ask?? &amp;amp; if you have something to do to that guy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why don't you just ask him directly&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why ask me just to find out if he's single or taken&lt;/span&gt;? Seriously what happened with you guys. Man up &amp;amp; ask him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-4631753551558806818?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4631753551558806818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4631753551558806818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-recaps.html' title='Random recaps.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1425170920881860334</id><published>2010-06-10T22:46:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:36:26.990+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover version'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>My life direction has gone ._.</title><content type='html'>21:51 pm 10/06/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corey TuT&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt;, bored enough to keep on playing Facebook games &amp;amp; suddenly remembered one thing that I've been wanted to do since, that exact second. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Downloading Westlife songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Wait. Wait. I know you guys think I'm such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;But wait until you see the songlist.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no, I won't give it to you. Heck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;No I was kidding. Use Wiki, kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty random. So I browsed the web. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All hail Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;. Scrolled the scroll bar, stopped, read, stopped breathing for 2 seconds. That page is such a heaveeeeeeeeen. Then I wrote this. Right now, I'm writing this, when I finally realized something; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is not what I wanted to share in the first place&lt;/span&gt;. So here we go!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, accidentally, deleted, my, massive, cover, list.&lt;/span&gt; I told you guys before I have a super massive cover list, &amp;amp; the list is literally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; huge. It contains every single song that I need to download, its like my direction to live, like my bible in hunting. &amp;amp; I, with all the genius-ness in my head, deleted it, with one F-in delete button. I was shocked. I stopped moving for about a minute. I can't do a thing. Its worst because I saved it in my online archive, so I cant go to that stupid recycle bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man, my life would never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like tonight, I've been waiting to download some songs since its Thursday &amp;amp; that's my weekly cover download (I'm an idiot, told ya), I wore a big smile in my face, opened the bookmark &amp;amp; my online archive page, &amp;amp; stopped. I forgot that I just, again, accidentally deleted it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Its like the sunshine that suddenly went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Empty....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my cover list. My super massive cover list. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My supper massive cover bible FGS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; it also contains &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;200+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; versions of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cant Take My Eyes Off You&lt;/span&gt; that haven't been touched. Yet. &amp;amp; hundreds of You Tube talents. I collected them for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This hurts more than my last break up. Wait I'm kidding. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That hurts more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you guys are wondering why do I act strange these past few days, let's just say that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my life direction has gone. Forever. For good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace from all the unstable kids of all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Candle F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PS: I miss talking to you :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PSS: I miss you too, J. Calm down.&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/8070678049904068860-1425170920881860334?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1425170920881860334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1425170920881860334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-life-direction-has-gone.html' title='My life direction has gone ._.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-20764064099997166</id><published>2010-06-08T20:57:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:58:12.368+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery jets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, breaking up, MYSTERY JETS.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people! This is gonna be a super duper quick post with points &amp;amp; stuffs. Cause there are tons to do &amp;amp; if I don't make it as points, it will be an hour long for you to read. So, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't pass the UMB test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I already found a place to stay in Bandung. It was a house, with only 3 rooms, 4 with the owner. Located right across the campus. Pretty nice. Still thinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may not be able to live alone.&lt;/span&gt; Will miss my mom like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For all the formspring people, god you guys rock. Lmao. Seriously. &amp;amp; If any of you guys wanna ask about that guy, you know who, all I could say is don't ask me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a girl, &amp;amp; not a decision maker.&lt;/span&gt; I hope you guys catch what I mean :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 5th&lt;/span&gt; equals its been a month since J died. God, he's not alive for more than 30 days. No wonder I miss him THAT much. At the same day, happy birthday my 2nd fave rhotacism, Rendi! Best wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I broke up&lt;/span&gt;, people. I told you. &amp;amp; now? Answer for yourself :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. My fave band, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mystery Jets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is back! Get the free single &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://mysteryjets.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Flash a Hungry Smile"&lt;/span&gt; is super catchy with super nice lyric, while &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Dreaming of Another World"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is different, since William Rees takes the lead vocal. I don't really like it tho, cause I've been a big fan of &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TA5i9WzGC2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/2J9G3aADpmc/s1600/blaine+%289%29.jpg"&gt;THIS HOT GUY&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;amp; speaking of that hot guy, he had a different hair-do for the vid!! Ah, I love the Edward Scissorhand style, but still, this one is UBER HOT. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Blaine Harrison is back to my addiction wagon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace from all the unstable kids of all over the world!&lt;br /&gt;Candle Foxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The real me is currently lying on the bed &amp;amp; wishing for a train to hit &amp;amp; crush her. No, seriously. She's been super pathetic these days.&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/8070678049904068860-20764064099997166?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/20764064099997166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/20764064099997166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/stuff-stuff-stuff-stuff-breaking-up.html' title='Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, breaking up, MYSTERY JETS.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6300029205206657834</id><published>2010-06-07T11:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:49:54.644+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Hey, things end! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a total drama queen.  But I'm selfish cause I cant handle anyone else's drama. I desperately  need a psychiatrist. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But the thing is right now, I'm nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying  so hard to still smile while typing this, but being single never been  this bad, so, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6300029205206657834?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6300029205206657834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6300029205206657834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-things-end.html' title='Hey, things end! :]'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3114028430726555606</id><published>2010-06-04T20:30:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:50:25.777+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>2 hours &amp; 9 lovenotes.</title><content type='html'>00:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you're wondering where I am, just figure out first where have you been for this whole time of my life. Even this exact moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its not like you're even there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The whole world is against us, dear. Heck yeah I knew that :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What happen next depends on how much you'll work on this. On us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause if you're keep on doing this, we're going nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; the world will be happier. Unless that's what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, yeah, that is. I should have known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Five seconds could change the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In our case, five seconds could make us not knowing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Do you regret that I didn't at least 5 seconds late back there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Letters &amp;amp; words. Twitter. Timeline. Frozen yogurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweet things / bitter drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You + me is not you &amp;amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I know you're up to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; that something can not be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You know that happy feeling because the one you really care about suddenly pay much attention to you &amp;amp; you feel like the luckiest person on earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Remind me. Cause I forgot how good it feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You know what pathetic? Seeing people coupling up loving each other while you're dying for a lover. You know what could be way more pathetic? That, plus the fact that you're actually not single but you can't tell the world that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I do look for other guys around, but I don't cheat. Its just a prevention from me falling too hard in case you're not taking this seriously like I do. &amp;amp; in my eyes, my opinion sounds pretty right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I know I'm not her, but how I badly wish I were this exact moment, so you could at least just once get your eyes on me just like how you always do. To her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3114028430726555606?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3114028430726555606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3114028430726555606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-hours-9-lovenotes.html' title='2 hours &amp; 9 lovenotes.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-5170451996733618464</id><published>2010-06-03T22:45:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:35:45.752+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Maybe, its just I'm in love too much.</title><content type='html'>Howdy, Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation's are getting weirder than ever. My heart beats faster than how it used to be. This is strange, considering there are only two strange things that I'll do: hugging my legs when one of my ex misses me, &amp;amp; my heart beats faster when something will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm currently being sick. Literally sick. Super dizzy. Bey said that the cause is my lack of sleep &amp;amp; eating (since I had both hours ago), but what made it worse is my I feel like my head's about to explode. Its like there are too much that I should do. What Bey said makes sense, &amp;amp; maybe the other reason is the massive list of my cover to-do-list, I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, about this cover thing, it drives me loco. I mean, yes, no one told me to hunt them down, but I do feel like I have to hunt, since I'm a cover hunter, remember? Well the thing is, I have a really massive list of what covers that I should download. They are REALLY long. You could see all kind of genres of all kind of songs. I even listed all of the versions of 'Cant Take My Eyes Off You' that I'm about to hunt tonight but I canceled after I counted the total is up to 300 versions. I even gave a disgusting look to my cover-bible, Live Lounge List, which never happened before. I'm tired of hunting covers this time, I even tired of doing something that I really love. I stopped typing 'cover' in every keyword that I put in You Tube search bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got enough of something that I really love, I really am tired of life.&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go back to the me problem, I'm pretty sure something is happening. I mean, something happened with me. Maybe its a yes, my health is drowning down again because of these sleeping &amp;amp; eating things. Maybe I just don't need to be so obsessed with cover versions. Maybe, I just need to step outside my comfort zone &amp;amp; worrying too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, its just I'm in love too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace from all the unstable kids of all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Perdana Computeria :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yes, its the real me typing. I had a really, really deep &amp;amp; touchy convo with Candle last night &amp;amp; she told me to appear as me more  than showing her first in front. She just want people to know the real me so they will not surprise later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Yes, I didn't follow your 8-hours sleeping rule. Sorry, this, is so much harder than doing what you want me to do, eventou we know that its the best for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: I finally understand the real form of love notes should be. Its a note, like a PS under your mail; it supposed to be short, yet not pointless. &amp; its gotta be about love. I should feel it first. There's where I lost it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS: Chase Coy's Eight-Dollar Engagement Ring is on repeat for the last 30 minutes. I miss my J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-5170451996733618464?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5170451996733618464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5170451996733618464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-its-just-im-in-love-too-much.html' title='Maybe, its just I&apos;m in love too much.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1072247695990539420</id><published>2010-06-03T10:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:35:05.007+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>I gave up on the world.</title><content type='html'>I'm done feeling miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the locked thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done holding all the things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done losing in arguments.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done fighting with the voices in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done being nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done being me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1072247695990539420?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1072247695990539420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1072247695990539420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-gave-up-on-world.html' title='I gave up on the world.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-4165189927155323101</id><published>2010-06-01T07:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:40:08.882+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>i / you / me.</title><content type='html'>I. I&lt;br /&gt;I once had the oh so perfect life, when I had that someone to listen to all of the stories that I've been into. When I could stayed up all night talking about shits that I did &amp; how fucked up my life is. When I never tired of hearing Kelsey for every single night throu the phone. When I thought that, this could be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. You&lt;br /&gt;You once made my oh so perfect life, when you listened to all the stories all night &amp; responded to those to convinced me that you did listen. When you kept playing my fave song over &amp; over again &amp; never even tired of it eventou I knew you were sick of that song already. When you said all the life plans that you made, &amp; all involved me, cause you thought, this would never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. We&lt;br /&gt;We once became the most annoying unofficial couple ever existed. We once believed that we, will get there someday. Before you finally decided to die &amp; left me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-4165189927155323101?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4165189927155323101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/4165189927155323101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-you-me.html' title='i / you / me.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-2048706134947415166</id><published>2010-05-31T21:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:58:05.503+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Awake for 83 hrs, meet up, playlist, &amp; him :]</title><content type='html'>Hello, people!&lt;br /&gt;So, this post is going to be really random, cause there's actually a lot to tell but I feel really tired, &amp; I was thinking of making this as a video post actually, but since my laptop's speaker is not working, so I gotta delay the idea. Sucks, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS TO TELL.&lt;br /&gt;What first.&lt;br /&gt;OH THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tired, the cause is not sleeping for, 83 hours! Whoa. This is scary. First it was my self-harm thingy that played around, decided not to sleep &amp; not to eat. &amp; after hours, he told me to eat, so I ate gummy worms, but still I don't feel like sleeping. He then said that people can die from not sleeping for 3 days, &amp; I said I'll prove it. &amp; I made it! After 72 hours from not sleeping, now I'm still alive! Well, it was ended at 10 am actually, but when I thought I'll sleep, something happened so I just can't sleep. Now I'm thinking to catch one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next, what next.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much nothing. Will meet the guys tomorrow, hope for lots of fun since I miss them a lot. &amp; Wall Street are getting on my nerves. Threshold 1 is not as pretty as I thought. It might be easy for those who in it but since I jumped all the way from Waystage 2, this is kinda sucks. &amp; hard. I can hardly understand something from the grammar part :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; songs recommendation for this week! Or this month prolly!&lt;br /&gt;What I listen the most! Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;* Hey, soul sister - xticklesmilex [train]&lt;br /&gt;* Mr. brightside - the killers&lt;br /&gt;* Sugar, we're goin' down - you me at six [fall out boy]&lt;br /&gt;* Rapture - new young pony club&lt;br /&gt;* Breakeven - the script&lt;br /&gt;* If you were me - lindsay lohan&lt;br /&gt;* You can do better than me - death cab for cutie&lt;br /&gt;* Official girl - cassie&lt;br /&gt;* September - pomplamoose&lt;br /&gt;* I know you know - boyz ii men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Its almost 10 again, which means 84 hours. &amp; thats scaryyyyyyyy. I already had some dinner, boothed, &amp; even better, catched up with some news with him :DD &lt;-- this is actually the best part of a whole day. Hop hop hopla catch up with you guys later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-2048706134947415166?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2048706134947415166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/2048706134947415166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/awake-for-83-hrs-meet-up-playlist-moi.html' title='Awake for 83 hrs, meet up, playlist, &amp; him :]'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3660028787134129951</id><published>2010-05-30T18:03:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:34:18.467+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>"P.S: Dont forget your promise. And sleep."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If only I have other ways to do this self-harm stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have the best way! Wanna hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't hurt yourself. In every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's self-harm. You have to harm yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well they should change the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe 'I have this strange feeling but I don't wanna harm myself.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: It's been 55 hours. 17 hours to go to prove that someone cannot die from not sleeping for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, have a safe flight :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3660028787134129951?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3660028787134129951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3660028787134129951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/ps-dont-forget-your-promise-and-sleep.html' title='&quot;P.S: Dont forget your promise. And sleep.&quot;'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-1696464136610473446</id><published>2010-05-30T17:19:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:02:28.846+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover version'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Hey, soul sister - train -&gt; cathy nguyen &amp; xticklesmilex</title><content type='html'>A COVER POST! A COVER POST! WOO - HOO! K, thanks for noticing people. Yes, I deleted my cover - blog since cause there are lots of bad comments hitting. I'm weak, ya kno? So, the the cover clicky is still there but when you click it, it will direct you to my cover posts here! Exciting isn't it? IT IS :D So, what cover that I'll talk about today? I know I got some complaints about me featuring unfamous songs, so now I'll write about... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;! Wait, you guys don't know them still? It's weird. Anyway, thinking about writing about GaGa's Poker Face. One day, readers. One day. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, its Train's Hey, Soul Sister! The song might be not to famous here in Indonesia but they made great songs! I found them at Tap Tap Revenge, accidentally clicked their name when I wanted to download some new songs. Found the preview interesting, &amp;amp; downloaded two songs, one of it is this, called "Hey, Soul Sister". A fun &amp;amp; catchy song with fun lyrics &amp;amp; will stuck in your mind for days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/15/Hey_Soul_Sister.jpg/200px-Hey_Soul_Sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/15/Hey_Soul_Sister.jpg/200px-Hey_Soul_Sister.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So who covered it good? You Tube artists will never let you down ;] One is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cathy Nguyen&lt;/span&gt;, under the id &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/lilcdawg"&gt;lilcdawg&lt;/a&gt;. Been seeing her profile for a few months &amp;amp; she created great covers &amp;amp; at this song, he did it with &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/victorvictorkim"&gt;Victor Kim&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; it came out really good. Seriously. Checked out her page to found any other cover songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the other one is another talented girl under the name of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/xticklesmilex"&gt;xticklesmilex&lt;/a&gt;. I found her when randomly searched the cover of this songs. She covered many great songs too! &amp;amp; she's so sweet; once I mentioned her in a tweet saying she did a great job &amp;amp; she replied :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marieclaire.com/cm/marieclaire/images/z2/mc-train-2009-mdn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.marieclaire.com/cm/marieclaire/images/z2/mc-train-2009-mdn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0q513mOjN1qam9fio1_400.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0q513mOjN1qam9fio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 200px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0q513mOjN1qam9fio1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/qYSzWBungck/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 213px;" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/qYSzWBungck/0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tglSCIpaXPs"&gt;Hey, soul sister - train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJ-wgtyqn94"&gt;Hey, soul sister - cathy nguyen &amp;amp; victor kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqjHla7uyGg"&gt;Hey, soul sister - xticklesmilex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-1696464136610473446?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1696464136610473446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/1696464136610473446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-soul-sister-train-cathy-nguyen.html' title='Hey, soul sister - train -&gt; cathy nguyen &amp; xticklesmilex'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8665540635390460446</id><published>2010-05-28T23:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:33:17.514+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>I'm nothing but a silly drama queen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know. Thanks a lot :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8665540635390460446?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8665540635390460446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8665540635390460446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-nothing-but-silly-drama-queen.html' title='I&apos;m nothing but a silly drama queen.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3551023590198797545</id><published>2010-05-28T22:52:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:33:33.150+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian'/><title type='text'>22:58 - 23:18</title><content type='html'>Halo reader, 22:58 waktu Indonesia bagian barat. Saya berkeinginan untuk terus terjaga sampai pukul 5 pagi dengan sebuah misi super penting. Mengejar rerun Psych. Saya tahu saya sangat jenius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ada apa dengan hidup akhir-akhir ini?&lt;br /&gt;Berantakan sepertinya. Tapi bagus kok jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sedang berusaha untuk menata hidup dari awal. Di susun seperti buku-buku perpustakaan, sesuai dengan alphabet dan timelinenya masing-masing. Semua dimasukkan dalam folder masing-masing sesuai konten dan kepentingannya. Biar lain kali saat saya butuh, bisa gampang dilihat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga baru saja menyelesaikan tabel mimpi saya dari awal lagi. Tabel mimpi yang awalnya saya buat saat, J masih ada. Terpaksa saya buat lagi semua tabel mimpinya. Saya menambahkan satu elemen terpenting dari semua tabel ini: menghabiskan hidup di Sydney setelah selesai menyelesaikan kewajiban tertentu di sini. Kenapa Sydney? Karena, J mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inti utamanya, saya sedang berusaha merubah hidup saya ke arah yang lebih baik :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3551023590198797545?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3551023590198797545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3551023590198797545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/2258-2318.html' title='22:58 - 23:18'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-5555469655788667472</id><published>2010-05-28T22:31:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:03:43.475+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes / lyrics'/><title type='text'>This used to be my fave song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;// I believed all the things that you said I believed in you / but if you were me / would you push you? / or would you turn the other cheek and forgive you / would you cry out? / would you break down? / or would you wait for karma to come around? / would you give up? / would it be enough to make you never ever wanna be in love / what would you do? what would you do? / if you were me would it be through? //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if you were me, lindsay lohan&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/8070678049904068860-5555469655788667472?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5555469655788667472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/5555469655788667472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-used-to-be-my-fave-song.html' title='This used to be my fave song.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-3061365674864362877</id><published>2010-05-27T22:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:13:22.470+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Dear Jake, I...</title><content type='html'>1. I miss you. Heck yeah you should have known.&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to give someone a 'what are we.'&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't think he'll respond to that.&lt;br /&gt;4. I miss you. Did I say that already?&lt;br /&gt;5. I rebuilt my life dreams.&lt;br /&gt;6. I added Sydney. Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;7. I cried yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate that it wasn't because of you.&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss you. I mean Shac does.&lt;br /&gt;10. I was wondering if you could be alive.&lt;br /&gt;11. I suddenly realized that it was silly.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate Shac for being super sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;13. I need us to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;14. I need a night phone call.&lt;br /&gt;15. I think I'm pretty much single right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-3061365674864362877?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3061365674864362877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/3061365674864362877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-jake-i.html' title='Dear Jake, I...'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-7411431116149696356</id><published>2010-05-25T16:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:34:36.460+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Waystage 2 -&gt; Threshold 1. Whoa.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been writing for few days, lots to tell but don't know where to start. Most of the post just love the draft so much they won't let me publish em. Just a few quick recap for these few days, let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had swollen eyes this morning. I found it hard for me to have them especially for boys (just once of a lifetime), &amp; now its twice. This is super horrible. Things went the other way whenever I expect for something. Well, nuff said. The thing is, you, yeah you know you made me cry last night, I just need you to tell me should I stay or should I go cause you, are an unpredictable dude. Seriously. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the goodnews collumn!&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't found any new guy. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;This is better. Well, I joined WallStreet about a month ago since my english sucks, got accepted in Waystage 2 level. Reeeally low, I know. Quity got me down a little bit, knowing that I'm not as smart as I thought I am. But, my mom idk why pushed me to do the level check cause somehow she knew I could do better. So I did it this afternoon &amp; guess what? New higher level, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; its not just a new level, &amp; I jumped for about 5 levels!! From Waystage 2 to Threshold 1!! Woo hoo!! What was I thinking when I fill the replacement test? D'oh. They said this is a massive jump, like the highest jump they ever did. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of happiness &amp; smiles!&lt;br /&gt;Peace from all the unstable kids of all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp; tears,&lt;br /&gt;Perdana Computeria :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-7411431116149696356?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7411431116149696356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/7411431116149696356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/waystage-2-threshold-1-whoa.html' title='Waystage 2 -&gt; Threshold 1. Whoa.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8675152789016399440</id><published>2010-05-22T18:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:29:43.655+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>J &amp; UMB :o</title><content type='html'>I didn't write for few days cause I suddenly lost my attention to writing, yet inspiration won't come, especially after I froze even more posts about him. The fact that I'm writing this by my phone during my way to SMA 22 Jakarta Timur for my UMB, simply tells that I might be good at writing in short time &amp; underpressure. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know what to write but J, still, since today is UMB &amp; I kinda need some supports like so badly. At the last test, SIMAK, J was there all night, telling me to calm down &amp; not think to much about it. He convinced me that I can for billions of times (eventou in the end I didn't make it), &amp; that is exactly what I really need right now. I don't have anyone to support me that bad but him, &amp; that's why I feel like I can't do this, eventou I know I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like these, I only wish you were back alive. Which is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its funny when I realized that my seems-impossible-but-maybe-I-could-pull-it-off dreams, that I planned cause I know, I mean I thought, J will be there to support me &amp; tell me that there's nothing that I can't do. Except talking to Sanjaya Malakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one was a joke. But I do want to. Look how easily I lose my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I could find my other J. Like, that easily bump into another J. Let's start with Jughead Jones, shall we? (Ah now I want him to be real more that I want Eguchi Tappei to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp; tears,&lt;br /&gt;Perdana Computeria :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: decided not to talk about you. Like it could change a thing :] I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8675152789016399440?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8675152789016399440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8675152789016399440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/j-umb-o.html' title='J &amp; UMB :o'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-939930287857357774</id><published>2010-05-20T11:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:34:07.263+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover version'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>SHAKE IT - Metro Station -&gt; Zanyclo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Copied from my old cover blog :] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be better that the cover versions of your favorite band's  song? &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metro_Station_%28band%29"&gt;METRO  STATION&lt;/a&gt;! Been the big fan (even one of their songs, Kelsey, is my  all time fave), &amp;amp; the song that I'll talk about right now is catchy.  Well, people say its an annoying song, but its annoyingly GOOD.  Seriously. It will stuck in your mind for weeks :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/8581/metrobanner1xs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 177px;" src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/8581/metrobanner1xs9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover tips #063: look for some talents at  YouTube. I usually browse some cover songs via YouTube cause they'll be  people with HUGE talent, posting their own cover version! Some of them  are even better than those that recorded in a studio. Like this one that  I found, belongs to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.twitter.com/zanyclo"&gt;ZanyClo&lt;/a&gt; (browse through her  YouTube account, you'll find MOREEE dazzling covers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/8014609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 222px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/8014609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKHJGgwG5PE"&gt;Shake it - Metro  Station&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7MZYwkpfGg"&gt;Shake it - Zanyclo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8070678049904068860-939930287857357774?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/939930287857357774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/939930287857357774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/copied-from-my-old-cover-blog-what.html' title='SHAKE IT - Metro Station -&gt; Zanyclo'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6687400395853859010</id><published>2010-05-20T11:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:34:36.438+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover version'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>COBRASTYLE - Teddybears Sthlm -&gt; Robyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Copied from my old cover blog :] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys   watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Date   Night&lt;/span&gt; yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSV4Y2l7JQg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date Night trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/datenight_stevecarell_tinafey_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 174px;" src="http://media.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/datenight_stevecarell_tinafey_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I won't review the film since that's   not what I do, but gotta tell you it has LOTS of good soundtracks. One   of it that catch my ear was at the car scene, I thought I know the  song,  &amp;amp; turned out to be I really did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/13/CobrastylebyTeddybears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 244px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/13/CobrastylebyTeddybears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iluvlola.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ISH-ft.-Robyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 191px;" src="http://iluvlola.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ISH-ft.-Robyn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know the song first from &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robyn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Robyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,  been a fave one for  quite some times, then after I found the original  one from&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teddybears"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teddybears Sthlm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the movie. I fell in love   more with the original! Its not that its a bad cover (its a really fun   song &amp;amp; potentially become that annoying-but-stuck song), but when   you hear the original, it sounds way better! Its recommended. Totally :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnRy8ol-OPw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cobrastyle - teddybears sthlm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfVLRpcxmqU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cobrastyle - robyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6687400395853859010?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6687400395853859010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6687400395853859010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/cobrastyle-teddybears-sthlm-robyn.html' title='COBRASTYLE - Teddybears Sthlm -&gt; Robyn'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-8721103450500032177</id><published>2010-05-18T21:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:35:05.373+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>JUGHEAD JONES.</title><content type='html'>Decided to freeze, a.k.a save my last post as a draft. Idk why, I just feel like this isn't the time. Don't really know what to post but, I met my guys this afternoon &amp;amp; it's about time, missing them much. Spent some times at school, got a news from Dimas about his accident, double accident infact, &amp;amp; then they went to my home for lunch, too bad Dimas didn't join us. Had a great time with the guys as always, good enough to erased the current pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime,&lt;br /&gt;Hello Gorgeous! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mightycrusaders.net/a_images/jughea9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.mightycrusaders.net/a_images/jughea9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forsythe Pendleton Jones III&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a&lt;br /&gt;Jughead Jones; my new hearthrob :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace from all of the unstable kids.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &amp;amp; tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/S_KqSYkF8iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1pPmV3XwBkg/s1600/01cc04b69a4ab2b60f34f313c13e276f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 47px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/S_KqSYkF8iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1pPmV3XwBkg/s320/01cc04b69a4ab2b60f34f313c13e276f.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472623730016776738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wah, kalian nanti jauh-jauh dong ya, Rendi di Purwekerto, Cindy di Bandung, Satria di Depok, pada pisah bertiga.&lt;/span&gt;" -Bu Ida, this afternoon. Me went silent in second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-8721103450500032177?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8721103450500032177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/8721103450500032177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/jughead-jones.html' title='JUGHEAD JONES.'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/S_KqSYkF8iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1pPmV3XwBkg/s72-c/01cc04b69a4ab2b60f34f313c13e276f.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-6943445029232265938</id><published>2010-05-16T20:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:30:52.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I read a card for myself this evening, and..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span title="processed" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"The Moon reveals a crisis of faith as you examine your deeper feelings about your lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You may avoid discussing a painful issue because  you know that doing so could spell the end of your relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Sharpen your instincts &amp;amp; exhume a hurt or grievance, rather than feed it with worry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cards are lying. My cards are lying.&lt;br /&gt;But they never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070678049904068860-6943445029232265938?l=omeshforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6943445029232265938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070678049904068860/posts/default/6943445029232265938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeshforlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-read-card-for-myself-this-evening-and.html' title='I read a card for myself this evening, and..'/><author><name>perdanacomputeria.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18294050985581361907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEnlIJ-ZAgE/TFLIqI5t0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/jz3GxecdAmQ/s1600-R/c8a83b05c728109fcfd9980642b51e95_5350200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070678049904068860.post-55828833823877358</id><published>2010-05-14T14:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:23:42.786+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>I miss my Jakey.</title><content type='html'>I miss Jakey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what else to write but that. I really do miss my Jakey. Behind all the other things. I mean, I stood still back there because Jake was there, everynight, with Kelsey, &amp;amp; listened to all my stories. Everything seemed perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jake's gone. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I miss his laugh. I miss the why he called me 'Josh'. I miss the way he held a few seconds just to say 'I love you'. I miss the way he called me babe. I miss the way he sang my fave song ever at every single night of our phonecalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tired of hearing Kelsey. Now &amp;amp; then. It's my fave song. &amp;amp; my he sang it every single night for me. The best cover versions ever, in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any idea which one is the right one; i love the song because of him, or i love him because of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds super cheesy, but half of my life DID die when he died. I stood still back there. Because he WAS there. Like right now, he wasn't there, at all. Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what is worth living for right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whtthfckswrngwthm.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, J. Its been like, days. More than a week. 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