<?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-18678822</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:43:47.409+07:00</updated><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='biography'/><category term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>Diary of The Loser</title><subtitle type='html'>Mmm... what i can say... This is just my thoughts about anything that happens around me... It's maybe a lil bit 'deep' and 'scientific' but trust me.. you have to read this... especially damn guys around the world who never even turn their face to us just to say hi... Uuuhh... SUCKZ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-9044032397913203964</id><published>2007-04-22T17:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:08:29.469+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>Check It Out!</title><content type='html'>Heyyy,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check my another blog also -&gt; &lt;a href="http://xxrejectedxx.deadjournal.com/"&gt;http://xxrejectedxx.deadjournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls do drop a comment or two, kay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-9044032397913203964?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9044032397913203964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=9044032397913203964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/9044032397913203964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/9044032397913203964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-it-out.html' title='Check It Out!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-6059053018345107032</id><published>2007-04-15T12:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:39:01.327+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>It's Not Your Fault</title><content type='html'>It was a cold California,&lt;br /&gt;Even in the summer&lt;br /&gt;She was wrapped in a blanket by the pool&lt;br /&gt;There were rapid statements&lt;br /&gt;About life commitments&lt;br /&gt;A sense of heat that I couldn't bear to touch&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;Please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was staring in seclusion&lt;br /&gt;A fine tuned way of motion&lt;br /&gt;A face wrapped for a suitor&lt;br /&gt;The sound of hearts pumping at the same beat&lt;br /&gt;Coming around the corner&lt;br /&gt;In almost all directions&lt;br /&gt;A sense of heat that I couldn't bear to touch&lt;br /&gt;No, I couldn't bear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you wait for something to cure this&lt;br /&gt;While I'm here under your down pour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;I'ts not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;So please stop your crying now&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;Please stop crying now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-6059053018345107032?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6059053018345107032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=6059053018345107032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/6059053018345107032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/6059053018345107032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-not-your-fault.html' title='It&apos;s Not Your Fault'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-4402312839674763362</id><published>2007-04-10T14:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:51:52.446+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>SAYAT!</title><content type='html'>AYO MENYAYAT!&lt;br /&gt;daging kambing&lt;br /&gt;daging unta&lt;br /&gt;daging kijang&lt;br /&gt;daging domba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYATAN HATI YANG SEDANG RESAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUJAN HUJATAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERIAKAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dagingku&lt;br /&gt;dagingku,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENGADUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARI SAYAT DAGINGKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cungkil lah,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hingga aku tak merasa apa-apa,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-4402312839674763362?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4402312839674763362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=4402312839674763362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/4402312839674763362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/4402312839674763362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2007/04/sayat.html' title='SAYAT!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-162838001016922587</id><published>2007-04-10T14:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:42:24.986+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Aku Kangen (Dunia Ini Indah Tanpamu)</title><content type='html'>kuhanya ingin tahu apa arti dari semua ini&lt;br /&gt;semua perasaan yang kurasa&lt;br /&gt;yang kutiti dengan hati-hati&lt;br /&gt;seperti debur ombak yang menghantam karang lautan&lt;br /&gt;seperti riak gelombang pasang mengalun di sela dinginnya malam&lt;br /&gt;sungguh indah perasaan ini,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inilah perasaanku&lt;br /&gt;inilah gejolak jiwa yang sedang marah&lt;br /&gt;yang sedang sedih&lt;br /&gt;yang sedang ingin berteriak&lt;br /&gt;yang sedang ingin mengaduh&lt;br /&gt;mengeluh pada Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inginku merangkak di sela kegelapan malam&lt;br /&gt;menyobek tabir yang menutupi segala terang nya&lt;br /&gt;satu demi satu kata yang terucap dari bibir ini&lt;br /&gt;rupanya hanya satu rasa yang kurasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku kangen,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang,&lt;br /&gt;apakah aku sedang gila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak, rupanya tidak,&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya sedang mencari arti hidup&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya sedang merentang asa&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya sedang berdiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dibalik nafinya diriku&lt;br /&gt;kututupi dengan tahi-tahi hangat&lt;br /&gt;manis madu dan pahit racun&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya tidak ingin semua orang tahu kalau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku kangen,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-8518615057901356646</id><published>2007-04-09T20:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:58:06.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>bipolar,,</title><content type='html'>i love the pain&lt;br /&gt;but i hate sufferin,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid to be left away,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to mourn&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be happy,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to slit my wrist&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wanna die,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to be honest&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wanna everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to be me&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanna be dead,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god! i got bipolar!&lt;div 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title='bipolar,,'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-9025284582897791898</id><published>2007-04-09T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:54:46.381+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>one night of mine,,</title><content type='html'>this place is dead,&lt;br /&gt;and so am i,,&lt;br /&gt;im walking around and see the stary night,,&lt;br /&gt;i lift my head,&lt;br /&gt;and see the sky,,&lt;br /&gt;our promised star still set down right,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jump to bed&lt;br /&gt;and start askin why,&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help, i can't sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;this thought to shed,&lt;br /&gt;feelin to cry&lt;br /&gt;please just turn off the light,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna swallow these pills,&lt;br /&gt;hit the trigger outta my head,,&lt;br /&gt;the memories keep running still,,&lt;br /&gt;don't say sorry when i'm dead,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-9025284582897791898?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9025284582897791898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=9025284582897791898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/9025284582897791898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/9025284582897791898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-night-of-mine.html' title='one night of mine,,'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-1132158426374273632</id><published>2007-04-06T17:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:16:49.189+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>School Is So Uncool</title><content type='html'>one, two, three, four&lt;br /&gt;i left all minutes to nearly hour&lt;br /&gt;five, six, seven, eight&lt;br /&gt;running around not to be late&lt;br /&gt;nine, ten, eleven, twelve&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY TIME IN BOOK SHELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THE SCHOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;WE NEED JOB NOT SCHOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IT'S SO UNCOOL&lt;br /&gt;WANNA TELL ME THE CORRECT TOOL TO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-1132158426374273632?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1132158426374273632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=1132158426374273632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/1132158426374273632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/1132158426374273632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-is-so-uncool.html' title='School Is So Uncool'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-8016361438774776610</id><published>2007-04-01T19:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:17:00.367+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biography'/><title type='text'>What Do You Want To Be?</title><content type='html'>hi, my name is dika,, my friends used to call me 'dick' or 'dickhead', cuz i got funny name similar to that 'thing',, beside, before i got bald head and curvy shape of head with chubby cheek, made me much more similar to it,, but thats okay, im proud of my name,, rahadiandhika bagus widiandaru,, 'my son is a man who is a grace from God, we hope his life is righteous from today until later',,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born 18 years ago at 3 pm in calm, sunny afternoon,, it was a small hospital where i was born,, witnessed by 2 nurse and 1 doctor, without my dad,, yea, my mom said my dad was out in home for some reason, till now i got no clear reason behind it, i was born by caesar,, pretty much ticklish though,, cuz i am my mother's first born son,, it should be no caesar at all,, i have no idea about the pain,, as far as i know, caesar left no pain, cuz it was anesthized,, my position was not okay for normal birth,, so they decided to pull me out with caesar,, see, even when i was born i made trouble with them,, teehee,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt remember anything when those time passes,, all i can remember was a lil bit dark room and no sound at all,, i was taken by the nurse to a place where i got myself cleaned,, it was the first time i memorized what people called this world,, i still can remember the air, the warm water and the situation,, very calm,, and also, that hospital got a lot of trees which make the situation even more cool,, that is, 13 january 1989,, the day i was born,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and dad said i was so active when i was baby,, when i got my first baby-walker, i ran like hell,, go-that-way-and-this-way with full of speed,, just like running,, even when i am in bathroom,, i was still very excited with my new abilities,, that is 'walking',, yea,, i was one and couple of months,, and it came to disaster when i dropped myself to the ground,, i still can't remember how it felt but i bet it was so hurt,, no wonder why cuz i was never dropped myself before, moreover i was baby when that time,, my mom said i fell down the first time bathroom floor,, i escaped from my mom's guidance and ran into the bathroom,, it was slimy and i couldnt control myself,, and i fell down,, i was crying,, loud and clear,, maybe i was hoping someone to help me and taken care of me in that moment, that's why im crying,, but it wasnt,, yea of course i got myself risen up by my father but after that my father scold me,, and he spanked my butt,, it was hurt,, but even more hurt when my father was mad at me,, i was a baby but i could feel the disappoinment of my father,, i could feel the worries of my father,, i could feel my father's.. love,, in fact i realized just now that it was my first lesson. my first lesson of bravery, carefulness and obedience,, i didnt realize it until i grown up,, i thought my father was not love me, but that moment really help me not to be ordinary man,, my first lesson as a child,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw my baby photos, i realize that i love to laugh when i was baby,, 80% of it shown when i was laughin, or at least, smile,, i was sooo cute,, not meant to be narcist but its true,, everybody loved me because of my attitude,, chubby face, nice wavy hair and beautiful eyes,, my maid (when she was still alive) told me that i am the most handsome prince she ever saw,, hehe,, lil bit nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually its not,, when i was in kindegarten i was so coward,, i cried a lot,, when i didnt picked up in the game i went backside and cried,, when i was hitted by another child i cried again,, even i had no guts to enter the class without my mom,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my first day in the kindegarten,, my first school,, my first socialization with people,, i was so coward like i told u,, i thought my mom would leave me alone with these people and never returned back,, she left me in the class with all of other unknown i had never known before,, i cried,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two hours spent in that hell i went out to look back after my mom,, and she was there,, watching me without moving outside on the window,, i was soo happy,, another lesson from my mother that nobody they loved will ever leave me,, i didnt realize it that time but i realized it now that they love me so much but they have funny way to show it,, at least funny enough for 3 years old child to realize,, hahha,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued sampe saya mood lg bwt nglanjutinny :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-8016361438774776610?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8016361438774776610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=8016361438774776610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/8016361438774776610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/8016361438774776610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-do-you-want-to-be.html' title='What Do You Want To Be?'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-116753555677400119</id><published>2006-12-31T10:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:25:57.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hood,,</title><content type='html'>small kids in our hood asked their parents to change their cellphone every two months,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood struggle for water every day,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood spent money in the starbucks coffee shop,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood struggle for food every day,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood wasted their day for their boyfriend,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood struggle for attention from the world,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood learnt love from their partner,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood learnt love from the street, where nobody cares bout them,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood rode mercedes, bmw and lexus,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood struggle to keep on walking while their feet bleed,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood bought beautiful flower to be given to their lover,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood struggle just to know what the real flower is,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids slept in the warm room and water bed,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood slept in the ground surrounded with skies,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids decided to have fun every day,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood struggle for a mile just to have 1 hour lesson,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood wore guess, prada and channel,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood wore another people's dress,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood wore expensive jeweleries,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood struggle just to keep alive,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood always complain how bad their food is,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood even sleep with hunger every day,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small kids in our hood cried why they had a bad life,,&lt;br /&gt;while small kids in the hood struggle just to keep smiling every day,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we call this place hood,,&lt;br /&gt;and they call their place heaven,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;xxrejectedxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-116753555677400119?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/116753555677400119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=116753555677400119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116753555677400119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116753555677400119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/12/hood.html' title='hood,,'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-116651337280538217</id><published>2006-12-19T14:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:29:34.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>haiku makasi temple,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i am hungry,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look no further to one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place we called temple,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiku, 19 dec 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-116651337280538217?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/116651337280538217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=116651337280538217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116651337280538217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116651337280538217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/12/haiku-makasi-temple.html' title='haiku makasi temple,,'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-116651169941500624</id><published>2006-12-19T13:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:02:00.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCD</title><content type='html'>huahh,, ada yang mulai nglanjutin blog ni y,, saya juga tidak mau kalah! huahuah,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi apakah yang mau saya tulis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halah,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cape la,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abcd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, bego! cape dee,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;xxrejectedxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-116651169941500624?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-116651270184458909</id><published>2006-12-15T14:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:18:21.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>haiku tangis,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;anjing menggonggong&lt;br /&gt;ya, kafilah berlalu,&lt;br /&gt;ku pun begitu,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berteriaklah,&lt;br /&gt;mengaduhlah wanita,&lt;br /&gt;ku tak mau tahu,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cukup bagiku,&lt;br /&gt;sakitku terhadapmu&lt;br /&gt;bagai lembayung,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini hujanku,&lt;br /&gt;badai, tetes di mata,&lt;br /&gt;ku ingin pergi,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surga menjelang,&lt;br /&gt;neraka menjilatku,&lt;br /&gt;aku pun mati,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiku, 15 dec 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-116651270184458909?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/116651270184458909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=116651270184458909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116651270184458909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116651270184458909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/12/haiku-tangis.html' title='haiku tangis,,'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-116602623929481185</id><published>2006-12-13T23:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:10:39.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaker?? huahuahauaha</title><content type='html'>hihihihiihh,, kadang gw suka geli sendiri tiap kali liat fs mantan gw,, hihihiihh,, y elaa,, heartbreaker?? huahuahauahaha,, anjingg,, sumpaa,, ngakakk abis gw,, huahuahauahauha,, heartbreaker yahh??? huahuahauhauaha,, XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y mpunn,, sobb,, lo da ngancurin ati sapaa?? gw?? sorii niy kalo gw rada geer dikitt,, tapi y mpunnnn,, justru gw malah seneng lageeh,, ati gw g serapuh itu koo,, dannn,, lebih lagi, dari dulu gw emang g punya perasaan papa ke elo koo,, swear. i was just tryin to work it upp. but it didnt workk,, lagiann,, sapa dulu yang ngmg2 minta balikk,, huahauhuahauha,, y mpunnn,, dasr bocahh,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjingg,, huahauahuahauaha,, anjingggg,, kocak abis da lo yaa,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-116602623929481185?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/116602623929481185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=116602623929481185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116602623929481185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116602623929481185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/12/heartbreaker-huahuahauaha.html' title='heartbreaker?? huahuahauaha'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-116333333577519840</id><published>2006-11-12T18:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:08:56.306+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i trusted her so much. within all of my heart. i DO love her. i kno i did so many fucked up things in the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with her always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-116333333577519840?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/116333333577519840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=116333333577519840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116333333577519840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116333333577519840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-trusted-her-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-116308315643585553</id><published>2006-11-09T21:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:39:16.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody doesnt know what i felt</title><content type='html'>huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-116308315643585553?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/116308315643585553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=116308315643585553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116308315643585553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116308315643585553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/11/everybody-doesnt-know-what-i-felt.html' title='everybody doesnt know what i felt'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-116308291887768710</id><published>2006-11-09T21:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:35:20.453+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haeh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;males&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-116308291887768710?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/116308291887768710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=116308291887768710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116308291887768710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/116308291887768710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/11/haeh-males-tai.html' title=''/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115511719856058861</id><published>2006-08-09T15:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:53:38.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...me...</title><content type='html'>eyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it feel so sucks to be alone again... when u got nothin to do, when u r left behind, when no one understands u, when u have no friends... ahahah... but kno what... i enjoyed it, sumhow. i felt like im the most perfect man in the world. too perfect for them to realize. they cant see the bright future deep inside my eyes. they cant feel the warmth of myself. they cant understand about a man that only has one shout to the people: "i juz dun want to be alone"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. pathetic=a desperate man seeking for real love... he even died for that... know he's killing himself... now... by smoking, then by drugs, after that i want to be killed by a shotgun. either it'll be done by me or by somebody... hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suicide... nice word isnt it? very beautiful word that can affect every people's mind and heart... it contradicted itself by the nature of religion. the culture. the people. they only can say 'dont' without giving the solution. so what's their points? dunno yet, but my next ambition is to spread out my shoutout to the world -&gt; 'suicide is best way to end up ur problem'... suicide man.. suicide! im just a weak capricornian who seeks some kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love? is that another 'nice' word done by me...? NAH... its not!!! love is sucks... dunno why... i just felt like so... cuz everytime i try to love sumone, she always left me with the most sickening act. fuck! i hate it, man... i fuckin hate it... thats why, right now im too scared to make love with everybody. including boys. i fuckin hate relationship, dude... see... i told u, im capricornians... and every capricornians had suicidal tendencies inside our head. no matter how small it is, every capricornians have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... sucks... i just want to break up a lil bit. im so fuckin tired and so fuckin sick from all of this. i fuckin' hate everybody. i fuckin' hate myself. i just want to die, man... i just want to put a nice shotgun inside my mouth and start triggering it. just like kurt cobain did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't die as a stranger. I WILL DIE AS WELL KNOWN PERSON. no matter i'll be a rockstar, politician or rapist. i swear everyone will know me and after that... bam... i'll shoot my own head... ahhh... cant wait for that moment to come... ahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, im psycho isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the correct term for that is schyzophrenia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumhow, i felt like i have a different 'me'. and that different 'me' is always pushing and pushing me to straight up a lil bit. but fuck man, i can't. i juz want to be me. i want to kill the other me. so that's why i want to kill myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go fuck ur mom,&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;xxrejectedxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115511719856058861?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115511719856058861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115511719856058861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115511719856058861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115511719856058861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/08/me.html' title='...me...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115511219421067027</id><published>2006-08-09T15:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:39:53.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Love, Like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you like, your heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you get happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you like, you blush&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you like, you tend to get shy&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you can show your own self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you like&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;You can always smile and stare into the eyes of the one you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one you like is crying, you end up comforting&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of like starts from the ear&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stop liking a person u used to like,&lt;br /&gt;all you need to do is cover your ears&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;If you try to close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;love turns into a drop of tears and remains in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115511219421067027?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115511219421067027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115511219421067027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115511219421067027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115511219421067027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-like.html' title='...Love, Like...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115511142307695465</id><published>2006-08-09T14:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:17:03.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...How Fool I Am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;how fool i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i let you touched my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how fool i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i filled my mind with memories about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how fool i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i put my hope on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how fool i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i closed the window of my heart for the other stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how fool i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i thought that you’re my morning star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how fool i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i haven’t realize that i’m not allowed to wait you anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how fool i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i still see you as my morning star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115511142307695465?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115434348554020355</id><published>2006-07-31T17:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:58:05.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suicidal Note of Kurt Donald Cobain, 1967-1994</title><content type='html'>To Boddah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.&lt;br /&gt;For her life, which will be so much happier without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : ... someday I would like to die like he did... Ummmhh... How 'bout now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115434348554020355?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115434348554020355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115434348554020355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115434348554020355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115434348554020355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/07/suicidal-note-of-kurt-donald-cobain.html' title='The Suicidal Note of Kurt Donald Cobain, 1967-1994'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115431971430233573</id><published>2006-07-31T11:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:21:54.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Cigarette...</title><content type='html'>Watching the days burning out like a cigarette, just a few drags to go&lt;br /&gt;You built me up and you broke me down somehow&lt;br /&gt;Everything just seemed so clear to me, nothing left to know&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you right and I'll love you pure, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say, that it's too late&lt;br /&gt;To save us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would wait for you (oh), if you would wait for me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait for you (oh), if you will wait for me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated the edge is serrated, so easily torn from the core&lt;br /&gt;I blushed the first time, but you blushed the last time my eyes in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Regenerated these feelings of hatred, I long for your love evermore&lt;br /&gt;You built me up and you broke me down this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would wait for you (oh), if you would wait for me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait for you (oh), if you will wait for me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say, that it's too late&lt;br /&gt;To save us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115431971430233573?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115431971430233573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115431971430233573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115431971430233573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115431971430233573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/07/cigarette.html' title='...Cigarette...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115392155351668279</id><published>2006-07-26T20:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:48:31.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...aiiihhhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...beruntung bgt gw bisa duduk sebelahan ma cewe cakeppp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...God, if these is your plan, please let me be her boyfriend...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115392155351668279?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115392155351668279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115392155351668279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115392155351668279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115392155351668279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115391487090160871</id><published>2006-07-26T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:54:31.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...HAI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAIIII YANG LAGI LIATIN BLOG SAYA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAGI NO TELP NY DUNXX....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115391487090160871?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115391487090160871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115391487090160871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115391487090160871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115391487090160871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/07/hai.html' title='...HAI...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115320852302671518</id><published>2006-07-18T14:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:42:03.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!No one like Mother, Love You!!!</title><content type='html'>When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by crying all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by running away when she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 6 years old, she walked you toschool.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by dripping it all overyour lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how todrive her car.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your highschool graduation.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther,please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her bymoving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying youw ere "really busy right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115320852302671518?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115320852302671518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115320852302671518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115320852302671518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115320852302671518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-one-like-mother-love-you.html' title='!!!No one like Mother, Love You!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115319609533335308</id><published>2006-07-18T10:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T11:14:55.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Slight Little Notes From Yesterday's Opening Ceremonial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/P7130535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/P7130535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Tommy. One of kewl guy from Myanmar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the next to him is Dika (it's me :-p), the kewlest guy in Shelton. :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/P7130536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/P7130536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm VERY KEWL!!! :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/P7140543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/P7140543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I look like a Myanmarese guy or not? :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/P7130542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/P7130542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With people from Myanmarese embassy.. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/P7130534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/P7130534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who's he? Meet ... (fuck, I forgot his name... :-p). One of the kewlest Bangladeshian guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115319609533335308?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115319609533335308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115319609533335308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115319609533335308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115319609533335308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/07/slight-little-notes-from-yesterdays.html' title='...Slight Little Notes From Yesterday&apos;s Opening Ceremonial...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115210937157661923</id><published>2006-07-05T20:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:22:52.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Uuuhhh... Sy gak tau harus seneng ato harus (sigh...) sedih begitu saya nyampe di tanah antah berantah ini. Kesan pertamanya sehh, asik juga... Semuanya klin bgt, man!!! Serba teratur!!! Malah kalo kamu2 smua liat dijalanan y, para sopir2 mobilnya tu taat bgt ma peraturan jalanan. Mereka tu kayaknya saling ngalah buat ngasih jalan duluan buat mobil di belakangnya... Wahh... Salut bgt... Sampe saya mikir gini, kalo gini terus kapan nyampenya tu mobil... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dih, tapi pas hari pertama saya di bagian imigrasi tu rese bgt... Masa cuman saya ma bokap saya yang digeledah barang2nya... Sementara orang2 lain kaga diperiksa... Lucu kan... Mentang2 saya orang Indo... Uhhh... Tapi emang, tu orang Imigrasi yang dari India asli rese... Rokok... Yang gw bw cuman 3 bungkus... Diwajibin bayar pajak, jek.. $500... !!!AnJInGgGGgg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ya sudahlah... $500 dolar ini... Apalah artinya buat saya ini (ciieehh.... :-p). Setelah saya menunggu hampir kurang lebih 2 jam di Harbor Front (kita salah paham sama orang dari college saya... :-p), dan terkagum-kagum oleh negara ini (maklum... orang udik... :-p)... Sampailah saya di tempat kuliah saya sekaligus tempat tinggal saya selama beberapa tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesan pertama c... &lt;buseeeettt...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu gw jalan dikit... &lt;wah...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat gw liat kamar gw... &lt;mmmm...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liat kamar mandinya... &lt;anjing!!!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw bukannya kenapa2 c jek y... Dan sorry too say aja ni y, bukan maksud gw untuk ngebanding2in... Tapi sumpah... GEDUNGNYA JUELLEEKKK BGT.... Kalah ma Dempo... Kamarnya... Beee... jangan ditanya... Masih lebih keren kamar pembokat gw... Aaraarrgghhhh... Yang lebih parah lagi, gw tu satu kamar ma orang Cina yang SAMA SEKALI GAK BISA BAHASA INGGRIS!!! Naa tu, coba bayangin, gimana perasaan lo saat itu... Untung aja selama 2 minggu ada anak2 dari Global Prestasi yang summer camp di Shelton ini... jadi paling engga masih nyambung lahh, kalo diajak ngomong... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, tapi ini sekedar sharing aja c ya... Kayaknya tu Tuhan punya rencana sendiri dengan nempatin gw di tempat kaya gini. Dengan disini gw tu ngerasa bisa makin deket ma Tuhan, dan percaya ato gak, Tuhan tu selalu ngejawab doa kita dengan cara yang gak terduga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya gini nih ya, disuatu malem gw lagi saat teduh (selama disini gw jadi makin sering buat saat teduh... :-p), gw trus doa sama Tuhan biar besok hari2 gw engga nge-bete-in... Eh beneran, besoknya gw cabut ma anak2 Global maen ke Orchard, en muter2 ampe kaki pada budut... :-p Trus ada lagi, gw tu doa biar gw punya temen orang asing, eh beneran, malemnya gw kenalan ma orang Nepal... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh, pokoknya lo pade kaga' rugi dah kalo lo doa sama Tuhan Yesus... Tuhan selalu tau yang terbaik buat kita. Sekarang gw pun yakin kalo Tuhan nempatin gw di barak tentara gini pasti ada alasannya... Gw yakin, pasti suatu hari nanti gw dapet jawabannya... Yang pingin gw tekankan disini adalah, Tuhan itu hidup! Dan Tuhan selalu denger doa kamu, dan ngejawabnya, entah dalam cara apapun...!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115210937157661923?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115210937157661923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115210937157661923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115210937157661923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115210937157661923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/07/uuuhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115078586698436646</id><published>2006-06-20T13:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:44:27.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!Remember This, Kids!!!</title><content type='html'>A lot of people don't want to make their own decisions. They're too scared. &lt;strong&gt;It's much easier to be told what to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192756.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody intelligent enough to realize what America is, is not going to sit around and do nothing about it. They're going to be the same way that I am. They're going to be the same way our fans are. They're going to be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192758.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what's really out there. I never said to be like me, I say be like you and make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman190030.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never said to be like me, I say to be like you and make a difference. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192755.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think art is the only thing that's spiritual in the world. And &lt;strong&gt;I refuse to forced to believe in other people's interpretations of God&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't think anybody should be. No one person can own the copyright to what God means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192752.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I view my job as being someone who is supposed to piss people off. &lt;strong&gt;I don't want to be just one-of-the-guys&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't want to be just a smiling face you see on television presenting some vapid kind of easily-digestible garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman190034.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we're all Jerry Springer Show guests, really, we just haven't been on the show. &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman190031.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is adult entertainment killing our children? or is killing our children entertaining our adults? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192746.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the whole Nietzche philosophy of you are your own God. That's why I debase myself in the concerts and tell people to spit on me. I'm saying to them &lt;strong&gt;'You are no different from me'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192750.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her real name, Charles Manson isn't his real name, and now, I'm taking that to be my real name. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But what's real? You can't find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192762.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid that they're going to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192745.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden of originality is one that most people don't want to accept. They'd rather sit in front of the TV and let that tell them what they're supposed to like, what they're supposed to buy, and what they're supposed to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman190032.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'Antichrist', to me, &lt;strong&gt;is the collective disbelief in god&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192751.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are artists. These people are musicians. &lt;strong&gt;They're taking it out and trying to express it that way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192759.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll see it. And it doesn't matter if they don't. It's only Rock 'n' Roll. But I do intend to move more into the Mainstream. &lt;strong&gt;Marilyn Manson is just the First phase&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192749.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a society of victimization, where people are much more comfortable being victimized than actually standing up for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192760.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happens someday if more people own my record than the bible? That will make me god because a lot more people believe in me than HIM? Because it's just about popularity&lt;/strong&gt;. There are plenty of people in the world how have never heard of Jesus, while America takes him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192753.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman190033.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marilynman192747.html"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115078586698436646?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115078586698436646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115078586698436646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115078586698436646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115078586698436646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/06/remember-this-kids.html' title='!!!Remember This, Kids!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115078516716342387</id><published>2006-06-20T13:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:32:47.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!Bangga:Pride:Priden:Wakzz:Gdubrak!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uggghhh... Nilai-Nilaiku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B. Indonesia&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B. Inggris&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ekonomi&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.82&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANjJIINnnGGggg....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kalo dari semula saya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sadar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; betapa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pintar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nya saya ini, saya akan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lebih giat belajar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; biar nilai2 itu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jadi lebih baik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lagiiii....!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gileee... Gak nyangka saya,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ekonomi&lt;/span&gt; saya bisa dapet nilai &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 kurangg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apalagi ditambah dengan &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dua buah angka 9&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......WaawaAwaAwawawwawawawaw.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!I'M SO DAMN PROUD OF MYSELF!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115078516716342387?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115078516716342387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115078516716342387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115078516716342387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115078516716342387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/06/banggapridepridenwakzzgdubrak.html' title='!!!Bangga:Pride:Priden:Wakzz:Gdubrak!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115078450055409136</id><published>2006-06-20T13:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:21:41.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>....HAhaHahAhAHHahaha...</title><content type='html'>Lucu juga, mentertawakan diri sendiri yg sangat inferiority complex.. Pernahkah ketika anda masih SMA pergi ke Club atau Diskotik?.. saya pernah! dan bangga banget! Pernah ke New York City?.. my city! tapi bete ama bouncer-nya gak boleh masuk gara-gara umur waktu itu masih 20 lebih 9 bulan! Damn, I Love Indonesia, lebih bebas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapa bilang Amerika negara bebas??? Pernahkan anda melihat (atau merasakan sendiri) sekelompok anak muda minum bir?... wah bukan pemandangan anehdi parkiran Circle K Bandung! every single store! Tau Texas?.. Tau! Kota yang ngga boleh minum alkohol sembarangan kan? mending di Bandung, atau di Jakarta, mau mabok sambil nyetir juga boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah anda membeli majalah yang porno, setengah porno -apapun sebutannya- yang covernya adalah wanita berbikini dengan headline 7 Trik Liar Di atas Ranjang?Kupu Kupu Malam Kota Solo dan majalah yang setiap edisinya tidak pernah luput dari kata Mr. Happy? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga tuh (Boong!! Liat ada apa di bawah kasur? yang diumpetin di lemari? Bagasi mobil belakang)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mana anda beli majalah Playboy? atau majalah sejenis itu?.. sebelum ke kantor di tukang koran, dan bangga banget punya playboy karena ngga usah subscribe kaya di Amerika, aneh padahal negara USA produsen-nya kok mereka ribet banget sih, harus liatin ID segala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di Indonesia di emperan juga ada, di mana aja yang penting hatibangga! Siapa yang bangga ada majalah Playboy Indonesia? Siapa yang bangga dengan Cosmopolitan Indonesia? .. Ya orang Indonesia, mereka bangga! Playboy pertama di Asia Tenggara!! (tapi kok di Malaysia malah ngga ada, malahan di Singapore majalah sekelas Cosmopolitan aja dibredel? mereka bodo banget deh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita seneng deh mengadopsi semua hal dari luar negeri!&lt;br /&gt;Siapa yang suka nonton plagiatnya Saturday Night Live?... Gila lucu banget ya? Lucu mana dengan Indonesia yang suka niru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa yang BENCI Amerika???... KITAAA ORANG INDONESIA BENCI banget Amerika, makanya kita memilih dan senengggg banget minum Pepsi, Beli MC.D, Pake HaPe Motorola, Nonton film Hollywood, Beli I-Pod, Ngopi di Starbucks, Nonton Desperate Housewives, Ikutan Test TOEFL ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa benci Eropa? dan hal yang kebarat-baratan? ...Kita deh sebagai Orang Indonesia, makanya kita belanja di Mall yang gaya eropabanget, Belanja baju di Mango, Makan Steak, Melakukan free sex biar kaya James Bond dan Matahari (anda pasti tau dong siapa dia kalau anda bisa berkomentar tentang RUUAPP) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita juga sebel banget dengan hal yangkebarat-baratan apalagi eropa, makanya kita pake handphone Nokia dan mobil BMW ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau ngga jadi tuan rumah Miss Universe?... DI INDONESIA??? KAPAN??? SERU BANGET TUH!!! aduh banyak cewek kece pake bikini. Udah malem finalnya di Indonesia aja, daripada di amerika kan udah ditolak, di Puerto Rico kan kemaren males jadi tuan rumah, lagian bukannya sekarang Tuan Rumah Miss Universe sedang dilempar ke negara miskin dan third world karena dianggap basi ama Amerikanya sendiri??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia sih pasti seneng banget dan bangga banget jadi buangan tuan rumah Miss Universe! Pilih masuk AFI atau jadi juara Olimpiade Fisika? ...AFI dong, kondang bo! kalau bisa semua masukreality show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olimpiade Fisika ngapain? paling direkrut ama Singapore atau Jerman, duh pendidikan itu ngga penting di Indonesia .. yang penting outlook, mudah membual, nepotisme.. kalau mau terlihat berpendidikan berlagak sok pinter aja.. asal lo bisa bual tentang playboy, RUU APP, meski belum tentu bener, yang penting ngomong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka Infotainment? ... duuh kita sebagai orang Indonesia tuh seneng banget gila kalau ngomongin orang yang jelek-jeleknya.. Kita selalu haus dengan terbukanya Aib, daripada kaya Singapore yang malah bangga dengan National Geographic? apa gunanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau E! chanel suka?.. duh cable masih jarang sih di Indonesia, di Pedesaan belom masuk.. jadi kita ngga tau.. lagian acaranya ngga mutu ya ngomongin artis dari sisi glamour dan kreatifnya doang, kurang ngomongin aib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta Produk Indonesia?.. duh Soeharto banget sih jamannya ACI, gih ke malaysia aja yang produk lokalnya lebih kepake dari pada Pierre Cardin, Hugo Boss, Esprit, U2 ..&lt;br /&gt;kita lebih suka negara kita "terjajah" dan dibanjiri produk asing ..emang kita Jepang yang produktif? lebih hebat kita dong, Indonesia yang selalu konsumtif tanpa jadi produktif, ampe minyak aja impor .. kita negara terkaya di dunia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisa menari atau menyanyi khas Indonesia?..bisa, aku bisa breakdance dan ngerap pake bahasa Indonesia Apa itu Indonesia?.. Jawa minus Jawa Barat selebihnya negara tetangga,presiden jawa, menteri jawa, pejabat militer jawa,yang bukan orang Indonesia ngga boleh jadi presiden&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta itu apa?.. Ibu Kota, pusat ekonomi, pusat bisnis, pusat pemerintahan, pusat indutrsi, pusat belanja, pusat hiburan, semua terpusat disini deh, ada Taman Mini Indonesia juga makanya untuk apa peduli ama Indonesia yang luas? yang mini-mini aja dulu ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau fungsi dari New York City, Washington D.C, Los Angeles (Hollywood),Nebraska, Texas di Amerika? ..aduh maaf pengetahuan kita terbatas, emang apaan sih? lagian kita tuh benci banget Amerika meski kita baca Playboy (dijawab dengan muka malu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimana letak Bali?.. deket Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Apa arti Bhineka Tunggal Ika? .. biar beda dipaksa satu! tidak ada perbedaan yang ada penyatuan, negara hebat kan bisa mempersatukan yang beda ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW Ada apa di program TV Indonesia selain beritanya?.. ada acara yang semua acaranya bisa didapet di TV-TV lain, pokoknya sejenis semua, ya Bhineka Tunggal Ika tadi.. kita kan lebih peduli rating (ssst! jangan bilang-bilang orang ya, tapi kita selalu punya pembenaran yang bisa bikin orang percaya kok)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makanya orang Indonesia pinter-pinter kan? bisa menjadi negara yang melesat padahal ngga punya landasan .. Siapa sih yang bisa jadi PuteriIndonesia?.. Itu loh yang bisa bilang negara Indonesia memiliki keanekaragaman budaya! pinter banget kan dia jawab kaya gitu? dia berpikir keras bahwa cuma Indonesia yang punya keanekaragaman budaya.. negara lain emang ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh .. atau si Puteri belum pernah ke baca buku? dia hobby dandan sih! atau si Puteri belum pernah ke keluar negeri ya? nah makanya dia disebut Puteri Indonesia yang Indonesia banget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb. : &lt;em&gt;Tulisan ini diambil dari Blog seorang vokalis punk band dari Bandung -Glory Of Love- bernama 'HerZzzz'... You go, dood!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-115078450055409136?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115078450055409136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115078450055409136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115078450055409136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115078450055409136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahahahahahhahaha.html' title='....HAhaHahAhAHHahaha...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115018468397132193</id><published>2006-06-13T14:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:44:44.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...The Rebirth Of My Blog...</title><content type='html'>Uhhh... 22 Mei ke 13 Juni... Kalo diitung-itung da lama banget ya... aku off gak nulis blog lagi... :-p . Bukan kenapa-kenapa sehh... Cuman ada satu hal yang bikin aku gak punya mood untuk nulis blog lagi. Hal itu pula yang bisa bikin aku ngerasa bebas... Tenang... Seneng trus... Gak punya beban... Uhhhh... Uaaseekkk dehh pokoknya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau gak 'hal' itu apa...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hal' itu adalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKU DAH GAK PERLU SUSAH-SUSAH SEKOLAH DI SMA LAGEEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehhehh... :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ih... Basi banget ya? Eh, tapi ini bener lho... Selama ini aku tu orangnya suka stres sendiri. Mana di skola pelajaran2nya biji... Guru-gurunya kacrut... Blom lagi harus ngadepin temen2 yang beragam modelnya... Itu semua bikin aku ngerasa sumpek... Naaaaa... Pelariannya akhirnya ke Blog d... :-) Di blog itu pula aku bisa numpahin semua perasaanku. Mulai dari soal cewe, soal pemikiran2 'aneh' ku tentang salah satu agama, bahkan mencaci maki guruku sendiri!! Hehehehhh... Makanya... Kalo ada yang bilang nulis blog itu gak enaklah, basi lah... SEMUA ITU SALAH, BRO!!! :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yappp... Itu dulu. Sekarang aku sudah gak punya tanggungan ataupun beban apa2 lagi mengenai sekolah. Dan sekarang aku bisa bebas sebebas-bebasnya... Nahhh... Efeknya sekarang ke blog ini... Aku sekarang jadi males banget nulis blog. Abis setiap hari slalu adaaa... aja yang bisa aku kerjain. Buntutnya ya gt d... Blog ini jadi g keurus... Buat pembaca setia blog ini, (dooo... Emang ada geto? :-p), kali ini aku janji d... Blog bakal aku update setiap 2 hari sekali! Setiap hari kalo perlu! Biar kamu semua bisa ngerasain gimana kehidupan seorang 'Loser'... Hahahahhh... :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eitttt... Mungkin kamu semua pada bertanya-tanya, apa alasan saya untk mulai semangat lagi nulis blog ini... Alasannya tiada lain dan tiada bukan adalah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tereere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reeree&lt;/span&gt;eeeee&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eettttt....&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;suara terompet kerajaan...&lt;/span&gt; :-p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akhirnya....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ada juga yang mau &lt;strong&gt;mengakui&lt;/strong&gt; tulisan2 saya. For real. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ih, aku gak nyangka lho... Ada orang yang bisa dapet inspirasi baru di hidupnya dengan membaca blog ini... Mungkin tulisan ini agak hiperbola y... Tapi paling enggak itulah yang bisa saya rasakan ketika saya sms-an ma dia... :-p Hihihihihihhhh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buat yang ngerasa, aku ucapin makasiiiiiiiiiiiihhhh yang sedalam-dalamnya... Dari lubuk jiwa saya!! Hehehehhh... :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O iya, maap ya... Aku belum sempet bikin tulisan mengenai My Chemical Romance. Laen kali pasti d! Oceee...  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Skali lagi makasih y.... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps. : &lt;em&gt;kalo ngasih komen jangan pake nick anonymous dunk... Dikasih nama aja... Ya? :-) Btw, makasih dah komen... (Setelah sekian lama ini... :-p)&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/18678822-115018468397132193?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115018468397132193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115018468397132193' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115018468397132193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115018468397132193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/06/rebirth-of-my-blog.html' title='...The Rebirth Of My Blog...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-115018355921236542</id><published>2006-06-13T14:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:25:59.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Going Away To College...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please take me by the hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so cold out tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll put blankets on the bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't turn out the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just don't forget to think about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I won't forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll write you once a week she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does it feel the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To fall in love or break it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if young love is just a game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I must have missed the kick off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'd go through hell for you and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't been this scared in a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm so unprepared so here's your valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This world's and ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll think about the times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She kissed me after class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she put up with my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I acted like an ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd ditch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is my picture still hanging in her locker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps. &lt;em&gt;Yeaa.. Dude... I'm going away to college. Now just 1 simple question left in my head... "Is my picture still hangin' in her heart?"... Haha... Retoric question needs no answer. Wish that she read this... :-p&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/18678822-115018355921236542?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/115018355921236542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=115018355921236542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115018355921236542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/115018355921236542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/06/going-away-to-college.html' title='...Going Away To College...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114827095564173390</id><published>2006-05-22T11:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:09:16.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...ANNOUNCEMENT...</title><content type='html'>Yahhh... Jadi atas saran seorang teman maka dengan bangga saya umumkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anonymous-Comment sudah bisa digunakan lagi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehehhhe.. :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi tuooloong ya... Paling g ngasih namalah... Jangan anonymous... G enak tau, yg ngliatnya... :-p Oke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114827095564173390?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114827095564173390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114827095564173390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114827095564173390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114827095564173390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/05/announcement.html' title='...ANNOUNCEMENT...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114810646470766759</id><published>2006-05-20T13:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:27:44.953+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I? I'm Capricornians!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karakter CapricornTradisional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Practikal&lt;/span&gt;  dan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hati-hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ambisius&lt;/span&gt; dan disiplin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabar dan hati-hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Humoris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di sisi lain...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pessimistik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Komplain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capricorn! Tentang bintang kamu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn adalah salah satu tipe zodiac yang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stabil&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paling serius&lt;/span&gt;. Karakter &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mandiri&lt;/span&gt; ini memiliki beberapa kualitas murni. Biasanya mereka &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;percaya diri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kemauan tinggi&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tenang&lt;/span&gt;. Pekerja keras, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tidak emosional&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; praktikal&lt;/span&gt;, bertanggung jawab, dan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;berhati-hati terhadap orang tertentu&lt;/span&gt;, memiliki kemampuan yang ulet selama itu diperlukan untuk mencapai tujuan yang sudah ditentukan sebelumnya. Mereka pekerja yang dapat diharapkan bahkan menjadi â€˜tulang punggungâ€™ perusahaan di setiap profesi yang diambil.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Capricornians menjadikan diri mereka sendiri berbobot&lt;/span&gt;, manajer yang punya tujuan; menentukan standar yang tinggi bagi dirinya dan orang lain. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mereka berjuang untuk jujur mengkritisi diri sendiri&lt;/span&gt;, sangat menghormati kedisipilinan. Dengan karakternya yang keras, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mereka mengutamakan dirinya diatas segala hal&lt;/span&gt; selama itu dapat memenuhi kebutuhan dirinya atau target yang sudah ditentukan. Pada kenyataannya ketika kemampuan praktikal dan ambisi diperlukan dari seorang pekerja untuk mensukseskan sebuah pekerjaan, Carpicronians adalah orang yang tepat. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mereka merencanakan dengan hati-hati ambisinya&lt;/span&gt; (yang biasanya mendatangkan kekayaan), dan mampu meraih hasil dengan usaha dan biaya yang sedikit. Karena kemampuan mengatur yang dimilikinya memungkinkan Capricornian bekerja dalam berbagai projek secara bersamaan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disisi lain, Capricornian memiliki kecenderungan menjadi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pesimistis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;melankolis&lt;/span&gt; dan bahkan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tidak bahagia&lt;/span&gt;. Karakter ini dapat membuat mereka menjadi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sangat individu yang tertekan&lt;/span&gt;. Untuk mengatasi masalah ini, Capricorn perlu menghabiskan waktu dengan bermeditasi, mengumpulkan kekuatan untuk mengontrol emosi yang ada dalam dirinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gairah yang berubah bukan satu2nya alasan yang menjadikan Capricornians mendapatkan namanya (capricious â€“ mudah berubah). &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mereka bisa secara mengejutkan dan tiba-tiba berubah dan merusak kondisi tertentu dengan melakukan hal atau keputusan yang tidak terduga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Intelegensi mereka juga sangat tinggi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;berpikir dengan mantap dan dalam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;secara menyeluruh melihat semua kemungkinan sebelum mengambil keputusan tertentu&lt;/span&gt;. Mereka memiliki ingatan yang baik, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rasional&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;logical&lt;/span&gt;, memiliki konsentrasi tinggi dan dalam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;berdebat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mampu menguasai keadaan&lt;/span&gt; dengan kepandaian yang dimiliki dengan menebarkan â€˜jebakanâ€™ beserta dengan alasannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pekerjaan yang cocok biasanya yang berhubungan dengan perhitungan atau uang dan sangat &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tertarik dengan musik&lt;/span&gt;. Mereka dapat menjadi ekonomis, financiers, bankers, speculator, kontraktor, manager dan real estate broker. Mereka luar biasa dalam birokrasi, terutama pada saat projek yang membutuhkan perencanaan jangka panjang, kemampuan mereka dalam berdebat membuat mereka menjadi politisi yang handal. Mereka juga dapat menjadi guru, ilmuwan, engineers dan juga &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;penghibur/entertainer&lt;/span&gt; sebagai karir alternative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114810646470766759?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114810646470766759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114810646470766759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114810646470766759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114810646470766759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-am-i-im-capricornians.html' title='Who Am I? I&apos;m Capricornians!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114805628040565371</id><published>2006-05-19T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:31:54.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose Song</title><content type='html'>Roses are red, violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I sad, I always think of you&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Though we're break, I'll never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought my life was a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;It was never changed and still be the same&lt;br /&gt;I drunk one beer or two&lt;br /&gt;just to knew if I were still worth enough&lt;br /&gt;to be fought on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought I was alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;Night by night I struggle by crawlin'&lt;br /&gt;Cryin', disbelievin'&lt;br /&gt;Just to knew if I were still worth enough&lt;br /&gt;to be fought on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;So I can stand on my own feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I sad, I always think of you&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Though we're break, I'll never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I sad, I always think of you&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Though we're break, I'll never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;em&gt;Yeaaa... Another kewl composition made by me!!! :-p dedicated to all of my friends who supported me great enough and taught me how to learn something. :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114805628040565371?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114805628040565371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114805628040565371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114805628040565371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114805628040565371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/05/rose-song.html' title='The Rose Song'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114620004113964665</id><published>2006-04-28T11:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:54:01.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...My Friends Over You...</title><content type='html'>I’m drunk off your kiss&lt;br /&gt;For another night in a row&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming too routine for me&lt;br /&gt;But I did not mean to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all right to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That we still talk&lt;br /&gt;It’s just for show, isn’t it&lt;br /&gt;It’s my fault that it fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe you need this&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t mean to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything I wanted&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't finish what I've started&lt;br /&gt;There’s no room left here on my back&lt;br /&gt;It was damaged long ago&lt;br /&gt;Though you swear that you are true&lt;br /&gt;I still pick my friends over you&lt;br /&gt;(My friends over you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me everything,&lt;br /&gt;That you think that I should know&lt;br /&gt;About all the plans you made&lt;br /&gt;When I was nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all right to forget&lt;br /&gt;That we still talk&lt;br /&gt;Its just for fun, isn’t it&lt;br /&gt;It’s my fault that it fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz maybe you need this&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t mean to&lt;br /&gt;Lead you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything I wanted&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't finish what I've started&lt;br /&gt;There’s no room left here on my back&lt;br /&gt;It was damaged long ago&lt;br /&gt;Though you swear that you are true&lt;br /&gt;I still pick my friends over you&lt;br /&gt;(My friends over you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe you need this&lt;br /&gt;You need this…&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t mean to&lt;br /&gt;Lead you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything I wanted&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't finish what I've started&lt;br /&gt;There’s no room left here on my back&lt;br /&gt;It was damaged long ago&lt;br /&gt;Though you swear that you are true&lt;br /&gt;I still pick my friends over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114620004113964665?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114620004113964665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114620004113964665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114620004113964665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114620004113964665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-friends-over-you.html' title='...My Friends Over You...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114568547737717001</id><published>2006-04-22T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:57:58.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts</title><content type='html'>It hurts... [x17]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you want'&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody acts without a clue&lt;br /&gt;Every little kiss and grin you gave&lt;br /&gt;Was just a little bullshit I saw through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alcohol I scented with your breath&lt;br /&gt;You're always open up to just be used&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for excuses that deceive&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you in the back to see them through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I let her inside&lt;br /&gt;We're dripping of sweat, and feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;Her lips were the last thing touched tonight&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is not your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts... [x17]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;You dug yourself into a liar’s hole&lt;br /&gt;You made a little spark to live inside&lt;br /&gt;It’s now a fucking fire out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the morning comes you’ll act surprised&lt;br /&gt;And when the word gets out it will get old&lt;br /&gt;And ever day you’ll try to live your life&lt;br /&gt;In every little scam that will unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I let her inside&lt;br /&gt;We're dripping of sweat, and feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;Her lips were the last thing touched tonight&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is not your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream... you want it&lt;br /&gt;Dream... I want it too&lt;br /&gt;Dream... you want it&lt;br /&gt;Dream... I want it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I let her inside&lt;br /&gt;We're dripping of sweat, and feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;Her lips were the last thing touched tonight&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is not your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts [x17]&lt;br /&gt;(Your best friend is not your girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;(Your best friend is not your girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;(Your best friend is not your girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;(Your best friend is not your girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;(Your best friend is not your girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;(Your best friend is not your girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;em&gt;Angel's And Airwaves's kewlest song!!! So damn touching... Remember, kid, YOUR BEST FRIEND IS NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!! :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114568547737717001?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114568547737717001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114568547737717001' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114568547737717001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114568547737717001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-hurts.html' title='It Hurts'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114568484281037529</id><published>2006-04-22T12:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:47:39.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAWWW... BENER-BENER MINGGU YANG AMAT SANGAT KACAWW... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kemaren ditubruk sama bapak2 g tau diri d Jalan Soekarno - Hatta... Mana g minta maap lagi... SHIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pas kapan hari ad gw dengan bangganya mengumumkan kalo dia ngrokok... Ya gpp c... Itung2 belajar. Tapi awas aja kalo dia mulai macem2 (ex: kissing, necking, petting... INTERCOURSING!!!)... Gw sikat sendiri... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Abis baca biografinya Kurt Cobain (Heavier Than Heaven) dan belajar satu hal... SAYA BUKANLAH SATU-SATUNYA ORANG DI DUNIA INI YANG MENGALAMI DEPRESI DAN KEPRIBADIAN YANG 'SAKIT'... I wish someday I wanna die by OD-ing and I SWEAR I'LL NOT DEAD AS AN UNKNOWN... Yeah, I'LL BE SOMEONE!!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TaGiHAn TelEpoN YaNG AmAt SAngaT BAnYaaKK... SHITTTT... G jajan selama 3 bulan lagi d... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dikasih kondom sama bencong2 pas liat mereka volley... Itu adalah kondom pertama yang pernah saya liat (dan tentu saja pake... :-p). Lumayanlah buat pengetahuan... :-p Huwhuwhuwhh... Mereknya Artika... Liat d di photo profile saya... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. -FINALLY!! Dapet lagunya Yellowcard (Ocean Avenue) satu album full!!!&lt;br /&gt;    -FINALLY!! Dapet lagunya Angels And Airwaves(We Don't Need To Whisper) satu album full!!! (SUMPAH, NI BAND KEREN ABIS!!! Ada Tom DeLonge di Gitar n vokal!!!&lt;br /&gt;    -FINALLY (juga)!! Dapet lagunya Saves The Day (lupa judulnya) satu album full!!&lt;br /&gt;... (bener2 kalimat yang tidak efektif)... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mau ujian sekolah tapi sama sekali g belajar malah coli di kamar... Hehehehhh... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. O y, AKHIRNYA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!FRIENDSTER-NYA DEMPO KETAUAN JUGA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dan berhubung saya yang ngasih testimonial paling kacaw dan photo saya terpampang jelas disana, sayalah yang dituduh... Bayangin aja, Pak Windi, Pak Sigit, bahkan Romo Albert pada blingsatan sendiri dan sewot sama saya... Katanya saya bakal dilaporin ke polisi-lah, di-DO lah... AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekarang saya cuma bisa bilang : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUDU AKU SENG NGGAWE ACCOUNT IKU, COK!!! MATAMU DEKEK NDI??? SELET A??? ASU... :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Saya akhirnya menguasai melody-nya Knockin' On Heaven's Door - GnR... (Inget, teman, saya tidak bosan-bosannya bilang ke seluruh dunia tentang hal ini... Hehehhh...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. FINALLY!!! I CAN FORGET HER!!! Huwhuhuhwhh... :-p SO DAMN PROUD OF MYSELF... Thx to sum1 who support me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps. &lt;em&gt;O y, bagi anda yang mau kasih comment sekarang dah g bisa lagi pake nick 'anonymous'... Makanya, kasih nama aja apa susahnya c?? :-p&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/18678822-114568484281037529?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114568484281037529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114568484281037529' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114568484281037529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114568484281037529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/04/wawww.html' title=''/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114568187816451661</id><published>2006-04-22T11:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:57:58.260+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Miles Apart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could I would do all of this again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Travel back in time with you to where this all began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could hide inside ourselves and leave the world behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make believe there's something left to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be miles apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll keep you deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new life to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be leaving but you're always in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we've all grown up, gone on and moved away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing I can do about it, nothing I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To bring us back to where we were when life was not this hard (life was not this hard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back it all just seems so far, so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be miles apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll keep you deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new life to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be leaving but you're always in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd give it up for just one more day with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give it up for just one more day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd give it up for just one more day with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd give it up for just one more day with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give it up for just one more day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd give it up for just one more day with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd give it up for just one more day with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give it up, give it all away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd give it up for just one more day with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be miles apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll keep you deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new life to startI may be leaving but you're always in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you now, we're miles apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll keep you deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you now, we're miles apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be leaving but you're always in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps. &lt;em&gt;To someone who had been closely 'related' to me (yeah, you know who u are... :-)&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/18678822-114568187816451661?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114568187816451661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114568187816451661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114568187816451661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114568187816451661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/04/miles-apart.html' title='...Miles Apart...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114568164437227883</id><published>2006-04-22T11:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:54:04.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous</title><content type='html'>I am a fuckin' retards&lt;br /&gt;Never take anyone's opinions but,&lt;br /&gt;There's somethin' inside of me&lt;br /&gt;that make you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day before I go&lt;br /&gt;I take another beer and&lt;br /&gt;somehow I feel like no one&lt;br /&gt;no one that doesn't even care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I will be famous someday&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kickin' ass today&lt;br /&gt;Take this guitar everyday&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I will be famous someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am pervert guy&lt;br /&gt;Never get bored or shy&lt;br /&gt;showin' my dick to everyone&lt;br /&gt;I'm an asshole sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad lucks at chicks,&lt;br /&gt;swearin' one or two,&lt;br /&gt;I never get bored, cuz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;em&gt; I made this kewl lyrics... Still workin' on the melodic part, though... :-p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114568164437227883?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114568164437227883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114568164437227883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114568164437227883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114568164437227883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/04/famous.html' title='Famous'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114474088244669465</id><published>2006-04-11T14:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:34:44.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...This Is Why I Hate Moslems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADA APA DENGAN DEWA 19 DAN YAHUDI ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source : dari milis tetangga, menarik buat sekedar info)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa dalam album-album grup musik Dewa19 banyak simbol aneh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah benar Ahmad Dhani keturunan Yahudi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang sebenarnya terkandung dalam lirik2 lagu Dewa 19??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya saya (penulis) tidak terlalu ambil pusing dengan pertanyaan2 diatas, tetapi setelah mencermati buku berjudul"Fakta &amp; Data Yahudi diIndonesia" karangan Ridwan Saidi &amp;amp; Rizki Ridyasmara (Februari 2006) dan buku "Talmud, kitab hitam Yahudi yang menggemparkan" karangan M.A Syarkawi (cetakan edisi Indonesia, 2005). Saya merasa mempunyai beban moral untuk menyebarluaskan informasi ini kepada publik, karena melihat sepertinya hanya kalangan tertentu di Indonesia yang paham tentang bahaya Yahudi. Dengan tulisan ini, saya berharap lebih banyak pihak yang concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum membahas tentang group musik Dewa, saya akan memberikan kutipan yang saya ambil dari buku (Talmud??) diatas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bangsa Lain Selain Yahudi adalah Bagaikan Binatang.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Dalam kitab Talmud Yerusalem halaman 94 disebutkan: "Air mani yang darinya tercipta bangsa-bangsa lain yang berada diluar agama Yahudi adalah air mani kuda".&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Dalam Midrash Talpioth (Vol 225d) dijelaskan bahwa kaum non-Yahudi adalah hanya berbeda bentuk dengan binatang.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Dalam kitab Zohar (I,131a) mengatakan: sejak adanya mereka, maka dari itu, semua manusia non-Yahudi mengotori alam, karena roh mereka lahir dari bagian yang najis.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sanhendrin (74b) Tosepoth berbunyi: Hubungan seksual orang Goim (orang non-Yahudi) adalah seperti hubungan seksual binatang.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Talmud, Kitab 6 Bab 8 butir ke 9: Sesungguhnya Talmud mewajibkan atas setiap orang Yahudi untuk melaknat orang Kristen tiga kali dalam sehari, dan berdoa agar membasmi dan menghancurkan raja-raja serta para pemimpin mereka. Juga diwajibkan kepada orang Yahudi untuk merampas harta mereka dengan cara apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bangsa Yahudi mempunyai rencana besar untuk menguasai seluruh umat manusia dimuka bumi, kemudian membuat mereka bertindak secara sadar atau tidak sadar menjadi pelayan Yahudi yang derajatnya dianggap sama dengan binatang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Banyak strategi yang dilancarkan oleh kaumYahudi yang berkedok kemanusiaan, dialog lintas agama, Hak Asasi Manusia, beasiswa, penyebarluasan simbol Yahudi dll, yang semuanya merupakan taktik belaka untuk meraih tujuan akhir mereka. Strategi penyebarluasan simbol Yahudi dimasyarakat kita ternyata sudah dalam tahap yang memprihatinkan. Simbol Yahudi tanpa sadar telah digunakan pada aksesoris, kaos, kover kaset dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sudah mengetahui bahwa sebuah simbol/gambar bisa berarti lebih dari seribu kata kata. Ternyata, salah satu grup musik papan atas di Indonesia yaitu DEWA telah secara konsisten menyebarkan simbol Yahudi dari mulai album pertama mereka: DEWA 19 (1992), TERBAIK-TERBAIK (1995), THE BESTOF DEWA 19 (1999), BINTANG LIMA (2000), CINTAILAH CINTA (2002), ATAS NAMA CINTA I &amp; II ( 2004), danLASKAR CINTA (2004). Simbol Yahudi dengan cerdik diletakkan dengan berbagai cara dan hanya bisa dilihat dengan cara-cara tertentu. Ada yang dibuat terbalik, disamarkan, diputar dan hanya bisa dibaca didepan cermin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum membahas lebih jauh tentang simbol, kita perlu ketahui siapa sebenarnya Ahmad Dhani Manaf, sang komadan grup musik ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam album Laskar Cinta, Dhani menulis sebagai berikut :DHANI THANKS TO : ..., JAN PIETER FREDERICH KOHLER (THANKS FOR THE GEN)..., Siapakah JAN PIETER FREDERICH KOHLER?? Merunut silsilah keluarga, pemilik nama tersebut ternyata ayah dari ibu kandung Ahmad Dhani, alias kakeknya. Ibunya sendiri bernama Joyce Theresia Pamela Kohler. Jan Pieter Frederich Kohler adalah orang Yahudi Jerman. Secara jujur Dhani berterima kasih atas gen Yahudi yang ia terima dari sang kakek. (THANKS FOR THE GEN). Bisa jadi karena kebanggaannya mewarisi gen dari opanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. SIMBOL-SIMBOL YAHUDI YANG BANYAK TERDAPAT PADA ALBUM DEWA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dhani sering tampil dipanggung dengan memakai kalung Bintang David (simbol Zionis-Israel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pada cover album pertama DEWA 19, terdapat gambar piramida tak sempurna(Unfinished Pyramid). Piramida tersebut terpancung dibagian ujungnya. Lambang tersebut sudah dikenal luas sebagai salah satu lambang Yahudi (lambang gerakan Masonis - salah satu organisasi Yahudi, dan juga lambang tsb pada uang 1 dollar Amerika). Dan untuk diingat, dalam mitologi Judaisme, angka "19" dikenal sebagai "Dark Star" (Bintang Kegelapan). Jika dicermati dengan seksama, cobalah untuk memperbesar gambar puncak pyramid yang ditutupi kabut (misalnya dengan program Windows Picture &amp;amp; FaxViewer, puncak piramid itu di zoom-in (+) beberapakali), maka terlihat dipuncak piramid itu, walau agak samar, ada sesuatu yang tidak lancip, malah berwarna gelap yang cenderung berbentuk bulat yangbisa jadi merupakan bola, lingkaran, atau juga bisa sebuah mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dalam album "TERBAIK TERBAIK". Pertama, secara jelas dimuat simbol Dewa Ra (Dewa matahari dalam mitologi Mesir Kuno). Dalam agama Yahudi (Judaisme) Dewa Ra diklaim sebagai salah satu Tuhan mereka. Pada Sinagog (rumah ibadah Yahudi) lambang ini lazim di pajang. Kedua, terdapat pula lembaran satu Protocol Of Zions (Ayat-ayat Iblis) dalam bahasa Ibrani. Untuk menyamarkan, Protocol of Zions dalam cover album ini diletakkan secara terbalik horizontal. Yang sisi kiri dipindah kekanan dan sebaliknya. Untuk membacanya hadapkan dulu kedepan cermin. Ketiga, terdapat foto empat personil Dewa tengah berdiri dibawah gambar lingkaran dengan satu titik di tengahnya (Circle with a dot), gambar ini dikenal sebagai simbol occultism/organ perempuan yang merupakan gerakan pemuja setan dan dianggap juga sebagai penjelmaan simbol mata setan(TheEvil Eye).&lt;br /&gt;Berikut ini cuplikan dari Bulletin Masonis (organisasi Yahudi):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since the Satanist worships the Sex Act, he musthave a symbol of thefemale organ, to go along with male organ- theObelisk. And , indeed,Satanist do have a symbol of the female organ ?the Circle. And, when apoint is added to the middle of the circle, youhave the complete sex act,the male being the point and the female being thecircle&lt;/em&gt; (Point With ACircle" Masonic Short Talk Bulletin, August, 1931,Vol.9,No.8, ReprintedJuly,1990, p.4).&lt;br /&gt;Bagi anda pengguna Macromedia Fotographer4.11/9/99. Anda bisa lihat Occult Symbol yang berpola huruf Ibrani, terdapat "circle with a dot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Dalam cover Album THE BEST OF DEWA 19(1999). Pertama, secara kasat mata ada dua lambang yang dimuat: adalah tulisan tangan italic yang ditumpuk jadi satu sehingga membentuk garis lurus. Satu garis horizontal, satunya lagi vertical, dan saling bersilangan seperti salib miring. Cover berbentuk horizontal ini baru memiliki arti jika diberdirikan atau diputar 90 derajat kearah kiri (lihat tanda panah biru di sudut kanan bawah cover tsb, itu bukan sekedar gambar panah tapi suatu instruksi) agar 'pesan'-nya sampai. Dikepala salib terdapat gambar personil Dewa yang jika dicermati membentuk sebuah bulatan. Ini sama dengan symbol okultisme yang terdapat dalam lambang Dewa Horus. Kedua, juga dicover depan. Di sudut kiri bawah ada gambar kepala seorang gadis dengan rambut panjang terurai, dikepala si gadis seolah ada pusaran air. Jika diperbesar maka akan terlihat bahwa"pusaran air" dan rambut si gadis itu sesungguhnya adalah mata dari DewaHorus. Ketiga, dipermukaan cakram digital (CD) juga berisi symbol okultisme DewaHorus (juga ada tanda panahnya). Keempat, dicover yang berisi lirik lagupun, jika dirotasi 90 derajat akan terlihat simbol yang sama. Garis putih yang ada diatasnya hanya sebagai'pengelabuan', namun intinya adalah garis saling menyilang seperti salib dengan lingkaran di bagian atasnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Dalam cover Album BINTANG LIMA (2000), gambar sayap dengan hati ditengah dimuat utuh dengan latar belakang empat personil Dewa. Simbol ini lazim dipakai sebagai salah satu simbol gerakan perkumpulan Teosofi Yahudi. Ritual pengikut Teosofi biasanya mengadakan upacara pemanggilan arwah atau jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dalam cover Album CINTAILAH CINTA (2002), Pertama, Cover depan album ini memuat secara menyolok simbol Eye of Horus. Horus adalah Dewa Burung dalam Mitologi Mesir Kuno yang diklaim sebagai salah satu dewa mereka. Kedua, Di cover dalam juga ada simbol yang sekilas mirip mata, yang merupakan contekan habis salah satu simbol yang terdapat dalam buku &lt;em&gt;The Secrect Language of Symbol&lt;/em&gt; yang disarikan dari kitab Yahudi, Taurat. Simbol ini biasa disebut Femina Geni Vegia atau kelamin perempuan. Ketiga, Dibagian lain juga ada gambar mata setan. Keempat, di piringan &lt;em&gt;disc&lt;/em&gt;-nya jika dicermati bergambar kepala burung dengan simbol mata Horus. Yang merupakan salah satu simbol dari gerakan &lt;em&gt;freemasonry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Dalam cover Album CINTAILAH CINTA I &amp;amp; II(2004), lambang sayap yang merupakan lambang resmi Dewa dimuat dalam album &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; ini dengan latar belakang hitam kelam. Seperti hal nya Album Bintang Lima (2000), album ini juga mengunakan sayap simbol Teosofi dengan makna yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Album LASKAR CINTA (2004), inilah album ketujuh Dewa yang akhirnya menjadi "batu sandungan" dan membuka selubung semua album-album Dewa sebelumnya yang sarat dengan kampanye simbol dan lambang Yahudi. Tipologi huruf "Laskar Cinta" yang dibalik, ternyata diambil dari hurufIbrani (huruf yang digunakan dalam Kitab Yahudi).&lt;br /&gt;Gambar siluet wajah Ahmad Dhani pakai peci dengan tulisan berpola Arabic bertuliskan "Ahmad". Benarkah bertuliskanAhmad?? Mengapa huruf alif-nya ada cabang? Padahal alif itu lurus tidak bercabang. Jelas bukan suatu kekhilafan. Jika gambar itu dibalik 180 derajat, tulisan Arabic yang semula seakan berbunyi "Ahmad" menjadi huruf Arabic yangter diri dari konsonan semua dengan huruf : YHWH, alias "YaHWeh, alias Tuhan Tertinggi Yahudi. &lt;em&gt;Believe it or Not&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. LIRIK LAGU DEWA YANG BERMASALAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama, Lirik lagu "&lt;em&gt;Sweetest Place&lt;/em&gt;" adalah sebuah lirik penantian akan ratu adil, penantian akan datangnya sesuatu, yang bisa membuat kehidupan menjadi menyenangkan. Dan yang dinanti adalah: MATA (I am welcoming an eye/ Into the darkest one/ It tells me not to worry) Ratu adil itu adalah MATA. Menurut teologi Yahudi (Kabbala), The eye atau Mata merupakan mata Lucifer, Sang Pangeran Penguasa Kegealapan sekaligus SangPenguasa alam raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua, Dalam Album Laskar Cinta , ada sebuah lagu berjudul "SATU". Syairnya bagaikan kerinduan yang teramat sangat seorang kekasih kepada pujaan hatinya. Benarkah ?? Ternyata TIDAK. Syair lagutersebut merupakan manifestasi dari paham sesat "Wihdatul Wujud" (bersatunya mahluk dengan pencipta). Dibawah syair lagu tersebut pada versi kaset terdapat ucapan terima kasih kepada Al Hallaz. Adapun pada versi CD nya terdapat ucapan terima kasih kepada Syekh Lemah Abang. Keduanya adalah ulama sesat penganut Wihdatul Wujud. Siapapun yang pernah membaca sejarah Walisanga pasti tahu bahwa Syekh Lemah Abang adalah nama lain dari Syekh Siti Jenar. JikaSyekh Siti Jenar diperintahkan untuk dipenggal kepalanya olehWalisanga, bagaimana denganDewa??? Tentu tidak demikian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAHUKAH ANDA? Kebencian Yahudi terhadap semua bangsa selainnya membuat mereka menganggap bangsa-bangsa lain itu tidak pantas menyandang gelar "manusia". Prioritas utama kebencian orang Yahudi adalah orang Kristen karenanya adanya dendam kesumat antara keduanya yang bersumber dari dasar-dasar kedua agama tersebut. Namun jika mereka kesulitan mendapatkan darah orang Kristen(untuk ritual mereka), maka darah orang Islam pun bisa dijadikan gantinya. Orang Yahudi biasa mengajari anak mereka sedari kecil untuk mengucapkan cacian jika melewati gereja, yaitu: "sakis nadanisid bayadan nadi binikhi sharabrim ila yim" artinya: "jadilah ini daerah haram tempat kotor untuk dua kotoran, dan tempat keji bagi orang-orang keji dan najis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PENUTUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan diatas bukan dibuat atas dasar kebencian atau kedengkian atau bermaksud mengadu domba. Melainkan atas dasar fakta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummhh... Ini saya dapet dari bull board n inilah mengapa saya benci sama Islam... Mereka selalu mengadu domba kalangan Kristen - Yahudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya akan coba membahas artikel ini satu persatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tampaknya penulis dari artikel ini mengalami kebingungan dalam membedakan antara agama Yahudi, Okultisme, &lt;em&gt;Freemasonry, &lt;/em&gt;atau Judaisme. Hal ini bisa dilihat dari gaya penulisan artikel yang semrawut dan mencampuradukkan berbagai macam paham. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Talmud, Kitab 6 Bab 8 butir ke 9: Sesungguhnya Talmud mewajibkan&lt;br /&gt;atas setiap orang Yahudi untuk melaknat orang Kristen tiga kali dalam sehari,&lt;br /&gt;dan berdoa agar membasmi dan menghancurkan raja-raja serta para pemimpin mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Juga diwajibkan kepada orang Yahudi untuk merampas harta mereka dengan cara&lt;br /&gt;apapun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;??? Wawww... Dari sini saja bisa kelihatan kalau penulisnya adalah orang GOBLOG n ga mengerti sejarah. Dah de, gampangannya gini, Yahudi sama Kristen itu munculnya duluan Yahudi (baca sejarah aja de buat selengkapnya :-p), dan tentu saja Talmud yang digunakan itu sudah ada terlebih dahulu dibandingkan meluasnya agama Kristen. Nah, ini koq lucu, ada buku yang mewajibkan pengikutnya untuk melaknat agama yang sama sekali belum ada di masanya tersebut??? Lucu... :-p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pada cover album pertama DEWA 19, terdapat gambar piramida tak&lt;br /&gt;sempurna(Unfinished Pyramid). Piramida tersebut terpancung dibagian ujungnya.&lt;br /&gt;Lambang tersebut sudah dikenal luas sebagai salah satu lambang Yahudi (lambang&lt;br /&gt;gerakan Masonis - salah satu organisasi Yahudi, dan juga lambang tsb pada&lt;br /&gt;uang 1 dollar Amerika). ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;MASONIS ITU BUKAN ORGANISASI DARI YAHUDI, GOBLOGGG!!! Cari aja d internet kalo g percaya... Masonis tu ga ada sangkut-pautnya sama agama Yahudi. :-p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;... (To be continued, bentar lagi internet-nya ampir abis... :-p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114474088244669465?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114474088244669465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114474088244669465' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114474088244669465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114474088244669465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-why-i-hate-moslems.html' title='...This Is Why I Hate Moslems...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114397356331358322</id><published>2006-04-02T17:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:26:03.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ummmhh... Lagi nungguin konsernya &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trisum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nehh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nganggur-nganggur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Akhirnya larinya ke warnet c...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang jelas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NDASKU MUMET IKI, COK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kemaren abis minum &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arak Cina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-nya bokap... :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wadohhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kerasss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kerasss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katanya c &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kadar alkoholnya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hampir mencapai &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huhuhuhh... :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sekian untuk sekarang... :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114397356331358322?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114397356331358322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114397356331358322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114397356331358322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114397356331358322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/04/ummmhh.html' title=''/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114371652280839242</id><published>2006-03-30T17:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:02:02.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...@#!*%##@$...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOEEYYY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNET SIALLL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KENAPA BACKSOUND NYA LAGU &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'LL STAND BY YOU&lt;/span&gt; C...????!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIALLLLLLLL...................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114371652280839242?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114371652280839242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114371652280839242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114371652280839242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114371652280839242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='...@#!*%##@$...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114371478527319998</id><published>2006-03-30T17:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T17:33:05.786+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Garasi...Newport...What Else?... :-p</title><content type='html'>Uuugghhh... Hari ini badanku capek bgt, soalnya kemarin abis liat Garasi di UMM Dome, aku 'pesta' sendirian dikamar. :-p Dengan berbekal uang 500 perak x15, aku langsung cabut ke warung depan. Maunya c beli yang 'biasa-biasa' aja lahh... Tapi dasar emang lagi gak hoki. Warung depan yang punya stok TM buanyakk itu tiba-tiba bisa kehabisan.. Ya udah, terpaksa aku beli Newport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebenernya rada-rada ngeri juga c beli tu minuman... Sebab rumornya efek tu minuman bener-bener ngeri banget. Pagi-pagi habis kamu minum, dijamin mencret2 en boker2 ga keruan... Uahhh... :-p Untungnya hal itu tidak terjadi sama saya. Yang ada saya malah tambah seger-buger tu... Ah, emang ngaco aja orang-orang. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi harus aku akuin, Newport bener-bener gak ada rasanya! Kayak minum air putih. Newport mah menang rasa doang (ada rasa2 mint-nya gitu d...). Tomi Stanley, meskipun minuman kampung... Tapi lebih sepp dah. Tapi berhubung ga ada pilihan lain, ya, terpaksa d... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ya, aku emang rada-rada stress kemarin. Gak tau, tiba-tiba mood ku lagi gak enak kemarin. Di skul palingan cuma tidur en nggambar-nggambar di binder. Dah gitu di les tutornya hutek abis lagi... Sial! :-p Harapanku pas itu cuma satu: GO TO GIGS!!! Untungnya pas itu (scr gak sengaja) aku liat ada iklan Garasi mo maen di Malang, dan ada temen yang (dengan rela hati) mau ikutan. Yah, harus berkorban beliin dia tiket juga c... :-p Akhirnya aku cabut juga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi begitu sampe disana, Ya Olohh... SUMPAH, JELEK BANGET!!! Band-band pembukanya pada kacrut semua. Pada nyampah!! Ada yang maenin britpop, Top 40, trus ada satu band cowo-cowo gitu tapi maenin lagunya Kotak!! Uhhh... Fuck!!! Tapi harus aku akuin, best performance kemaren ada di band CCCC. Dengan kiblat lagu yang mirip-mirip St. Loco + Rage against The Machine, CCCC kemaren sukses ngebakar suasana. Vokalisnya bener2 bisa bikin hidup suasana, apalgi ditambah dengan 'hasutan-hasutan' bertema politik, CCCC bener2 keren abizzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus yang ditunggu-tunggupun tiba... Kita semua pada deg-degan nunggu band utama yang sebentar lagi muncul... Trus lampunya tiba mati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ummhh.. Maaf, kabelnya lagi ruwet, bentar lagi dibenerin...) Kata mbak MC-nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***JIANCOKK!!! KESUWEN... TAK TLUSUP TEMPEKMU KENE...*** Kata orang di depanku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***WOOOEEYYY... KENE MBAYAR NGGAE DUWEK IKI, GAK NGGAE GODHONG...*** Kata orang di sebelahku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SUWE-SUWE TAK OBONG NGGON IKI...*** dsb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untungnya 'kemeriahan' itu gak berlangsung lama... GARASI tampil juga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin Garasi lumayan keren juga... Bayangin aja, mereka bisa bikin efek suara Bass, padahal mereka gak punya Bassist! Uhhh... Salut d. Kemaren mereka bawain kurang lebih 6-7 lagu gitu d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang paling konyol tu pas vokalisnya (yang cuantikkk bgt. :-p) bawain lagunya Nirvana. Awalnya dah keren c, mereka loncat-loncat gak karu2an... Trus, pas doi nyanyiin lirik -&gt; 'A mulatto... A Mosquito...'... DIA SALAH NGUCAPIN LIRIKNYA!!! Goblog...! Untungnya mereka bisa menetralisir suasana. (Dan untungnya para penonton juga gak seberapa peduli juga c... ) :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas ntar tanggal 10 aku mo nonton gig lagi. Katanya ada Burgerkill sama Brigade 07. I'LL GO THERE, DUDE!!! :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114371478527319998?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114371478527319998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114371478527319998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114371478527319998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114371478527319998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/garasinewportwhat-else-p.html' title='...Garasi...Newport...What Else?... :-p'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114371282674601276</id><published>2006-03-30T16:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T17:00:26.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!I'LL WATCH YOU CRASH AND BURN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more day before you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ll stay up late for one more show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grab the keys we’re going out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’re leaving home and we won’t come back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’re friends till the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ll take on the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just don’t care at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never wanted to believe that you could lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That friends deceive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here I stand I’m still the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched you change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wont come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder what it’s like to be like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I wonder what it’s like to be like you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To never really care how bad it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(To never really care how bad it hurts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So go ahead and lie and keep moving on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s all about yourself and you’re never wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll watch you crash and burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day is gone It’s cold out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk alone as you fade out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t know why I’m reaching out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I know you wont come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember the days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way back when we used to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing can change us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one will stop us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll never be like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll watch you crash and burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re never wrong and you keep moving on[4x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114371282674601276?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114371282674601276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114371282674601276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114371282674601276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114371282674601276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/ill-watch-you-crash-and-burn.html' title='!!!I&apos;LL WATCH YOU CRASH AND BURN!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114371235520003034</id><published>2006-03-30T16:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:52:35.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Tanggal Lahirmu, Tipe Percintaanmu...</title><content type='html'>1 : Kamu tergolong makhluk hangat dan penuh dengan cinta. Kamu pengin dicintai dan jatuh cinta sepanjang hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 : Kamu ialah anak pendiam, terutama kalo lagi sendirian. Bahkan saat berkumpul dengan orang-orang yang kamu sayangi. Bila menghadapi persoalan dalam cinta dan emosi, sebaiknya kamu mencari nasehat dari orang yang ahli di bidang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 : Sekalipun kehidupan cintamu semarak, kadang kamu malu-malu juga. Namun, kamu sering bicarain hal ini dengan teman-temanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 : Kamu benar-benar orang yang bisa menikmati cinta... Dengan siapa saja. (Waduh! Bahaya juga tuh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 : Karakteristikmu berbeda-beda. Ada yang ngebet sama cinta, ada yang tidak mudah dicintai, ada yang suka menyenangkan orang lain, ada yang pencemburu, dan banyak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 : Kamu sering bikin aturan sendiri, tapi kadang takut sama orang yang terang-terangan menyatakan cinta kepadamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 : Kamu seorang yang kreatif dan artistik. Kamu sebaiknya perlu dapetin pasangan yang lebih cerdas dari kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 : Kamu seorang yang punya semangat cinta yan tinggi dan menyukai hal-hal yang bervariasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 : Kamu tergolong makhluk penggoda yang senang berpenampilan seksi, seneng jadi pusat perhatian, dan suka dicintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 : Kamu butuh cinta dari beragam orang. Tapi kalo udah menemukan pasangan. kamu rela ngelakuin apa aja biar kekasihmu itu tetep cinta ama kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 : Kamu adalah manusia yang suka keteraturan, penyayang binatang, suka mengikuti peraturan, dan seneng melakukan hal-hal yang sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 : Kamu makhluk yang sangat penuntut. Suka bercanda dengan lawan jenis, tapi kalo kamu lagi jatuh cinta, biasanya kamu menjadi serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 : Kamu sering memandang cinta dari 'kacamata' yang praktis saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 : Kamu orang yang mudah cemas, dan suka memusingkan hal-hal yang kurang penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 : Kamu termasuk orang yang cepet bosen, tidak suka rutinitas dan seneng pesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 : Gaya cinta kamu sangat sukar dijabarkan, para pacarmu seringkali merasa terluka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 : Kamu termasuk dalam kaum agresif. Cinta kamu dijadikan ajang untuk seneng-seneng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 : Kamu tipe orang yang seneng sendiri. Kamu sangat tau apa yang paling kamu inginkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 : Kamu membutuhkan kepastian bahwa kamu bakal ngedapetin apa yang namanya cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 : Kamu orang yang tidak buru-buru komitmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 : Kamu sering kurang beruntung dalam percintaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 : Kamu seorang yang ambisius. Kamu seneng dengan kehidupan cinta yang menggebu-nggebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 : Kamu tipe orang yang betah dengan orang yang membosankan. Kamu melupakan cinta secepat kamu jatuh cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 : Kamu menginginkan kisah cinta yang romantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 : Kamu tipe orang yang misterius. Kalo kamu cewe biasanya kamu terlambat kawin (hihihi... :-p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 : Kehidupan cintamu intensif tapi singkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 : Kamu suka meng-eksploitasi popularitas kamu. Dan kamu seorang yang percaya ama yang namanya cinta abadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 : Kamu demen jadi pusat perhatian dan punya banyak fans. Tapi kamu gak pernah jatuh cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 : Kadang kamu kejam sama fansmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 : Kamu adalah pasangan ideal yang berupaya keras mempertahankan kebahagiaan kamu dengan pasanganmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 : Kamu tipe orang yang selalu mempertimbangkan segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: &lt;em&gt;Bener... Bener banget!!! :-p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114371235520003034?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114371235520003034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114371235520003034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114371235520003034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114371235520003034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/tanggal-lahirmu-tipe-percintaanmu.html' title='...Tanggal Lahirmu, Tipe Percintaanmu...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114365639077096276</id><published>2006-03-30T01:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:19:51.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>***Angele Lek Nglamar Ndek Jawa***</title><content type='html'>Alkisah di sebuah perusahaan besar di kawasan Keprabon tengah melakukan beberapa tes wawancara untuk " tidak" menerima calon karyawan baru, tentu saja salah satu prasyaratnya adalah harus berbahasa EJD (Ejaan Jawa ygn Daksempurna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowe nduwe omah opo ora.....?&lt;br /&gt;a : dereng....&lt;br /&gt;G : Wah kowe ora iso ketompo nang kene&lt;br /&gt;a : Lho kok ngaten........?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mengko kowe mesthi ngajukne utang nang perusahaan.&lt;br /&gt;a : Ah.. mboten kok, Sak janipun tiyang sepuh kulo niku sampun sugih.&lt;br /&gt;G : Yo malah ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;a : Lho kok ngaten.....?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mengko kowe kerjo mung nggo hiburan, nongkrang nongkrong ae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowe nduwe motor opo ora....?&lt;br /&gt;b : Mboten.&lt;br /&gt;G : Ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;b : Lho kok mboten ketompo ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mengko kowe mesthi njaluk bantuan kredit.&lt;br /&gt;b : Sak janipun gadhah, ning tasih ten kampung, gampil mangke kulo beto ngriki.&lt;br /&gt;G : Wah malah ra ketompo....&lt;br /&gt;b : lho kok ngoten&lt;br /&gt;G : Tempat parkire wis ra cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé wis lulus sarjana tenan.....?&lt;br /&gt;c : sampun pak....&lt;br /&gt;G : Ora ketompo, kéné iki golék sing SMA aé, luwih manutan lan bén mbayaré murah&lt;br /&gt;c : Sak janipun kulo tasih badhe skripsi&lt;br /&gt;G : Malah ora ketompo.....&lt;br /&gt;c : Lho kados pundi to....?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mengko kow é kerjo mung ngetik skripsi, lék wis lulus mesti golék kerjo neng perusahaan liyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé seneng guyon opo ora ?&lt;br /&gt;d : Mboten pak, kulo serius n ék nyambut gawé.&lt;br /&gt;G: Ra ketompo.....&lt;br /&gt;d : waa......kok ngoten?&lt;br /&gt;G : Engko konco koncomu lan anak buahmu podho stress.&lt;br /&gt;d : Sak jané nggih sekedhik sekedhik seneng guyon.&lt;br /&gt;G : Malah ora ketompo.&lt;br /&gt;d : Lho kok......&lt;br /&gt;G : Engko kowé mung email emailan sing lucu.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé mau mréné numpak opo ?&lt;br /&gt;e : Nitih mobil&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;e : Sebabipun ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Saiki BBM mundhak terus, mengko kowé njaluk mundhak bayar terus&lt;br /&gt;e : Wo, kulo wau namung mboncèng, kok&lt;br /&gt;G : Tambah ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;e : Lho, lha kok ... ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mengko mung gawéné mboncéng mobil kantor. Ngrusuhi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Anakmu akèh opo sithik ?&lt;br /&gt;f : Kathah pak&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;f : Sebabipun ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Nyambut gawemu ora jenjem, mung mikir gawe uanaaaaaak terus&lt;br /&gt;f : Lha wong namung anak adopsi, kok.&lt;br /&gt;G : Tambah ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;f : Lho, lha kok ... ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Gawé anak baé aras2en, opo manèh nyambut gawé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé wis ngerti gawéyanmu durung ?&lt;br /&gt;h : Dèrèng&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;h : Sebabipun ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Arep nyambut gaw é kok ora ngerti gaweyané ?&lt;br /&gt;h : Oo, nèk damelan niku mpun ngertos kok&lt;br /&gt;G : Tambah ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;h : Lho, lha kok ... ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé rak mung arep keminter, to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowe ngerti kahanan kantor k éné durung&lt;br /&gt;k : Dèrèng&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;k : Sebabipun ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Arep nyambut gaw é kok ora ngerti kantoré ?&lt;br /&gt;k : Wo, sekedhik2 mpun ngertos kok&lt;br /&gt;G : Tambah ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;k : Lho, lha kok ... ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé senengané ngudhal-udhal wewadi kantor, to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé kerep loro ?&lt;br /&gt;m : Mboten&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;m : Sebabipun ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mesthi kerep mbolos, wong arang2 gering&lt;br /&gt;m : Wah, sakjanipun nggih asring&lt;br /&gt;G : Tambah ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;m : Lho, lha kok ... ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Kantor iki ora nompo karyawan pileren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé biso main Internét ?&lt;br /&gt;n : mBoten&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowé ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;n : Sebabipun ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Perusahaan ora nompo BI (Buta Internet)&lt;br /&gt;n : Wah, sakjanipun nggih saged&lt;br /&gt;G : Tambah ora ketompo&lt;br /&gt;n : Lho, lha kok ... ?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mesthi ora bakal nyambut gawé,  kakèhan dolanan Internet, to? Ngenték-entekké pulsa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Kowe waras opo ora?&lt;br /&gt;o : Lha, kulo nggih waras to Pak.&lt;br /&gt;G : Ra ketompo.......&lt;br /&gt;o : Kenging nopo .....?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mengko kowe mesthi ora krasan neng kene.&lt;br /&gt;o : Niku rumiyin Pak, sakmeniko sampun rodo edan.&lt;br /&gt;G : Malah ra ketompo......&lt;br /&gt;o : Pripun to niki....?&lt;br /&gt;G : Mengko aku duwe saingan.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngerti opo ora? :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114365639077096276?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114365639077096276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114365639077096276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114365639077096276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114365639077096276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/angele-lek-nglamar-ndek-jawa.html' title='***Angele Lek Nglamar Ndek Jawa***'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114334859370191656</id><published>2006-03-26T11:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:49:53.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Eyesore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget me not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those weren’t your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m home haven’t you heard the ring? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sound of my voiceI know it isn’t much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That’s why I say your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I fall, when I hit the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I fall, when I hit the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, play on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys will stay even if you’re gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go girl, play on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys will stay even if you’re gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve missed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those weren’t your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing you became a charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everyday, I wish I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I fall, when I hit the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I fall, when I hit the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, play on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys will stay even if you’re gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go girl, play on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys will stay even if you’re gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I say, say your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say, say your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I fall, when I hit the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I fall, when I hit the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, play on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys will stay even if you’re gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go girl, play on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys will stay even if you’re gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps. &lt;em&gt;Coba dengerin versi akustiknya... Gw jamin lagu ini pasti bisa bikin lo nangis sesenggrukan!!! :-p&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/18678822-114334859370191656?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114334859370191656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114334859370191656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114334859370191656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114334859370191656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/eyesore.html' title='...Eyesore...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114334810938879560</id><published>2006-03-26T11:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:41:49.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!Don't Stay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I need you to stay away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I’m in disbelief I didn’t know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow I need you to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget our memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget our possibilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you were changing me into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give me myself back and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget our memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget our possibilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take all your faithlessness with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give me myself back and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I just feel like screaming at myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I’m in disbelief I didn’t know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow I need to be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t need you anymore, I don’t want to be ignored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t need one more day of you wasting me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t need you anymore, I don’t want to be ignored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t need one more day of you wasting me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With no apologies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114334810938879560?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114334810938879560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114334810938879560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114334810938879560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114334810938879560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-stay.html' title='!!!Don&apos;t Stay!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114334778064548833</id><published>2006-03-26T11:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:36:38.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Hujan Dihatiku...</title><content type='html'>Dan hujanpun kembali turun membasahi rumahku&lt;br /&gt;Kulihat dari jendela kamarku disaat mereka tiba&lt;br /&gt;Butiran air yang mengalir menetes denagn derasnya&lt;br /&gt;Menghempas keras diatas tanah, melantunkan irama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawanan awan hitam dan gelap yang membentang di sepanjang langit&lt;br /&gt;Bergulung-gulung, menggumpal-gumpal, menambah suram suasana&lt;br /&gt;Kilat dan petir menyambar-nyambar, kilat merobek langit&lt;br /&gt;Gemuruh guntur siap menggelegar membuatku semakin luka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini harus terjadi dan harus jua kuhadapi&lt;br /&gt;Kenyataan pahit yang menimpa diriku harus kutelan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Disini...&lt;br /&gt;Hujan dihatiku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hujan kembali turun membasahi rumahku&lt;br /&gt;Dan hujanpun jua turun membasahi hatiku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini harus terjadi dan harus jua kuhadapi&lt;br /&gt;Kenyataan pahit yang menimpa diriku harus kutelan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini harus terjadi dan harus jua kuhadapi&lt;br /&gt;Kenyataan pahit yang menimpa diriku harus kutelan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Disini...&lt;br /&gt;Hujan di hatiku...&lt;br /&gt;Disini...&lt;br /&gt;Hujan di hatiku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: &lt;em&gt;Set, gak nyangka Netral bisa bikin lagu puitis kayak gini!!! So damn 'nusuk' banget!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114334778064548833?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114334778064548833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114334778064548833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114334778064548833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114334778064548833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/hujan-dihatiku.html' title='...Hujan Dihatiku...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114329739714312327</id><published>2006-03-25T21:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:36:43.556+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Not Now... (Again... :-p)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come here, please hold my hand Lord now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help me, I'm scared please show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to fight this, God has a master plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in his demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please save me this time I cannot run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll see you when this is done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I have come to realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That you are the one who's left behind&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please stay until I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm here hold on to me I'm right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see, a light it feels good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll come back soon just like you would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's useless, my name has made the list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wish, I gave you one last kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please stay until I'm gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm here hold on to me I'm right here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And take my one last breath, and don't forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I will be right here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps. &lt;em&gt;Elo tau, ringtone di hp gw untuk elo gak pernah berubah... Hanya elo yang pantes buat dapet lagu ini... :-p&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/18678822-114329739714312327?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114329739714312327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114329739714312327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114329739714312327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114329739714312327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-now-again-p.html' title='...Not Now... (Again... :-p)'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114329571933729999</id><published>2006-03-25T20:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:09:22.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>***Lubang-Lubang Di Pagar Kayu***</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ada sebuah cerita yang bagus sebagai bahan perenungan kita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari ada anak laki-laki yang sangat-sangat nakal. Dia selalu membuat kerusuhan dimana-mana, entah di sekolah, di rumah atau di lingkungan tempat dia tinggal. Dia selalu membuat masalah sampai-sampai semua orang sakit hati dibuatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayahnya yang bijak tentu saja tidak diam saja melihat masalah ini. Dia lalu berkata kepada anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak, kamu tentu tahu semua hal yang kamu lakukan itu salah. Ayah sayang kamu. Sekarang ayah mempunyai satu permintaan bagi kamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, ayah, aku sadar kalau aku telah membuat engkau sedih. Sekarang apa yang dapat aku lakukan untuk ayah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Setiap kali kamu sedang marah atau tidak enak hati lalu berniat untuk membuat masalah, ambil sebuah paku dari gudang belakang dan pakukan ke pagar kayu di belakang rumah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hanya itu saja, ayah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, hanya itu saja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka anak tersebut mulai untuk mengontrol emosinya. Setiap kali dia sedang marah dan berniat untuk menyakiti orang lain, dia selalu teringat kepada janjinya kepada ayahnya. Dia lantas mengambil paku di gudang belakang dan memakukannya di pagar belakang rumahnya, maka dengan itu kekesalannya dapat terobati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari itu ada 412 paku yang telah dia pakukan di pagar belakang rumahnya. Lalu dia menceritakannya kepada ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayah, aku telah berhasil menahan emosiku sebanyak 412 kali pada hari ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itu baik, anakku, lakukanlah terus hingga engkau tidak mempunyai alasan lagi untuk memaku pagar tersebut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada keesokannya harinya dia memakukan 350 paku. Keesokan harinya lagi dia berhasil menguranginya menjadi 122 paku. Begitu seterusnya hingga pada suatu hari dia berhasil untuk tidak memaku pagar tersebut, lalu dia kembali kepada ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayah, lihat, kini aku sudah tidak mempunyai lagi alasan untuk memaku pagar tersebut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayah bangga padamu, nak, sekarang satu hal lagi yang ingin kamu lakukan untuk ayah. Ayah ingin kamu minta maaf untuk setiap kesalahan yang kamu perbuat kepada orang-orang yang telah kamu sakiti. Saat orang itu memaafkan kamu, cabutlah satu paku di pagar belakang yang telah kamu pakukan itu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baik, ayah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka mulailah, dia meminta maaf kepada setiap orang yang telah dia sakiti. Tanpa dia duga-duga ternyata paku tersebut lebih cepat habis dia cabut daripada yang dia kira. Hanya dalam waktu 1 minggu paku tersebut sudah tidak ada lagi di pagar kayu tersebut. Maka dengan girang dia berlari-lari kepada ayahnya untuk mengabarkan hal itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayah, semua orang memaafkan aku! Lihat, sudah tidak ada paku lagi di pagar kayu ini!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anakku, itu adalah perbuatan yang paling baik yang telah kamu lakukan. Tapi sekarang coba lihat pagar kayu ini..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak itu melihat pagar kayu tersebut dan menemukan banyak sekali lubang pada pagar kayu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, ayah, aku lihat. Banyak sekali lubang bekas paku yang telah aku buat pada pagar kayu itu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anakku yang kukasihi, kayu itu melambangkan hati setiap orang yang kamu kenal. Saat kamu menancapkan paku, maka kamu telah menyakiti orang itu. Saat kamu meminta maaf, maka perasaan benci dari orang yang kamu sakiti telah lenyap, namun tidak akan bisa menghapus rasa sakit atas perbuatan yang telah kamu lakukan. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lihat lubang-lubang ini. Dengan apakah kamu akan menambalnya? Karena tidak akan mungkin untuk menghapus rasa sakit hati orang lain atas perbuatanmu itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114329571933729999?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114329571933729999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114329571933729999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114329571933729999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114329571933729999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/lubang-lubang-di-pagar-kayu.html' title='***Lubang-Lubang Di Pagar Kayu***'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114329219039388702</id><published>2006-03-25T19:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:09:57.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...?Crazy Week?...</title><content type='html'>Wheeww... What a crazy week... Kayaknya aku baru sekali ini de ngerasain hidup yang bener-bener kacau kayak gini. Semua hal yang aku lakuin kayaknya bener-bener salah. Di mataku ato di mata 'dia'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya aku pikir aku harus berubah. Aku harus menjadi manusia baru yang berbeda dengan diriku yang sebelumnya. Kayaknya (kali ini) adalah kesalahan paling besar dalam hidupku. Aku ngga seharusnya berubah. Jika dibandingin dengan kehidupanku yang dulu, kehidupanku yang kali ini bener-bener SUCKS!!! Sorry, but I have to say this... IT'S JUST TOO FUCKIN' OUT OF MY CONTROL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lebih suka diriku yang cuek, gak pedulian, semauku sendiri, SMS kalo kepengin, Boker sembarangan, gak pernah pake celana dalem, ato merhatiin orang. Aku juga suka diriku yang diem, cool, moody, di kelas bawaannya bikin rusuh, pulang-pulang langsung coli 3x sehari, nangisin kehidupanku yang sucks, ditinggalin temen, trus bobo' dan dapet mimpi basah. Diriku adalah diriku. Gak pernah ada yang bisa ngerubah itu semua, sebelum aku bertemu dengan 'dia'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena 'dia' aku mulai bikin komitmen dalam hidupku. 'Nata lagi kehidupanku yang mulai ancur. Pengin ngebuat sesuatu hal yang baru biar 'dia' gak mandang miring tentang diriku. I COMMITED TO MYSELF THAT I HAVE TO BE PERFECT GUY TO HER!!! Yea, dude, it's all about girl... One girl that made a change a lot to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, aku berusaha menjadi yang terbaik bagi dia... Aku gak pernah lagi cuek, anti-social, ato moody. Hidupku selalu aku isi dengan keceriaan2 biar gak kebawa trus sampe pulang skul. Di rumah, bokep-bokep koleksiku dah aku apus, biar gak ada kesempatan lagi buat mikir yang jorok-jorok. Larinya? Ke Alkitab dunx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asal kamu semua tahu, 'dia'-lah yang bikin aku punya inisiatif buat SaTe setiap hari, malem-malem menjelang bobo. Itu semua atas kesadaran aku sendiri biar Lord JC ngasih aku jalan-Nya yang terbaik dalam hal ini. Aku juga selalu pergumulin dia dalam setiap doa-doaku setiap malem. Ummmhhh... Tapi sekarang aku yakin, inilah jawaban JC atas doa-doaku setiap malem. Aku sadar 'dia' bukanlah yang terbaik buat diriku selama ini... Mo bukti? Apa kamu semua tau rasanya nunggu 2 jam kayak orang bego dan pulang malem2 trus keujanan gara-gara suatu hal yang gak bisa aku dapetin...? IT'S FUCKIN' USELESS AND WASTED MY PRECIOUS TIME, FOR GOD'S SAKE!!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Diriku... Diriku... Kadang aku berpikir... Apakah ada yang salah dengan diriku...? Kenapa aku harus sebodoh itu dalam bertindak... :`-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus gak lama aku curhat-curhatan ma temenku (eh, emangnya cewe aja yang boleh curhat... :-p) Dia bener-bener ngasih suatu hal yang baru bagi aku. Dia emang ga ngasih kata-kata mutiara ato sok perhatian dalam menyikapi masalahku, yang dia lakuin cuma... diem, ngedengerin setiap masalahku dan bilang gini: 'Ummhh.. aku gak nyangka juga sih, ada juga cewe yang model kaya gitu... Aku yakin kamu bakal dapet yang lebih baik. Apalagi kamu cakep. Ya ga? Narsismu mana? Jangan diilangin...' Huehuehuehhe... Akhirnya, ada juga yang bilang aku cakep (padahal emang iya... Heran, pada buta semua, ya, orang-orang... *Narcist_Mode:ON*...) Huehueheuhh... :-p Akhirnya setelah aku bisa rada tenang dikit (sebelumnya aku da kaya 'setan' gitu, marah-marah di telepon :-p) , dia bilang gini... 'ya udah, biar dech itu jadi pelajaran kamu supaya jangan percaya sama kita-kita, hehehe... Sekarang kamu tidur, kan besok harus sekolah... Sweet dreams, yaa... Bye...! *Telp. ditutup*'. Yaahhh... Lumayan bikin adem juga sehh... FINALLY, I CAN WIPE 'HER' OUT OF MY MIND!!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahhh... Semua 'pengorbanan' ini pasti ada hikmahnya. Cuman yang aku gak habis pikir, (emang bener kata temenku), kok ada cewe yang model kayak gitu... Ngejadiin aku cuman pelarian dia doang. Emangnya dia siapa?? Bisa bikin aku bener-bener ancur kayak gini... Emangnya dia pikir aku cuma patung lilin yang nggak punya perasaan juga. Kalo boleh jujur, aku lumayan sakit ati ma dia... Yang bikin gw kesel, kenapa pas gw tembak, dia tu bilang 'iya'... Aarrrggghhh... Tapi sekarang da lumayan tenang se, terobati gara-gara omongan temenku itu. Hehehehhh... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmhh... Akhirnya, kita cuma jadi sahabat doang seehh... Tapi sekarang gantian gw yang gak yakin, apa bener 'dia' masih mo sobatan sama aku...? Kalo aku pikir-pikir seh, kayaknya gak mungkin banget. Kalo temen, masih mungkin, tapi kalo dah ke 'sobat'... Waahhh... Ntar dulu. Aku kayaknya dah gak percaya 'dia' lagi d... :-p Aku kayaknya juga sadar kalo setiap kali dia sms nanyain hari-hari gw, itu cuman basa-basi doang. Yahhh... Kita emang gak mungkin bisa kayak dulu lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang yang aku mau: Bangun tidur, ngrokok 2 batang Marlboro merah, makan, ngobrol ma nyokap, berangkat sekolah, di jalan ngecer inter, di skul tidur sampe jam istirahat, maen kartu, tidur lagi sampe jam pulang, langsung pulang (GAK USAH LAGI NGENTANG2 NUNGGU DI SKUL UNTUK HAL YANG SAMA SEKALI GAK PENTING... :-p), maen gitar dengan volume maksimum, nulis puisi2 emo, nangis2 gak keruan, coli, trus tidur... En nglakuin hal yang sama besoknya... Asal kamu tau aja... Aku lebih nyaman dengan kehidupanku yang seperti itu daripada yang sekarang!!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, ijinin gw ngomong sesuatu... Sis, asal kamu tau, aku bener-bener sayang sama kamu. Mungkin sekarang cuma sebagai sahabat, tapi satu hal yang harus kamu tau, kamu tu pernah 'nyampe' di hatiku, dan selamanya akan ada terus. Love u. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;xxREJECTEDxx d1nOnly nbdySDsme&lt;br /&gt;(I've been rejected once again... :-p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114329219039388702?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114329219039388702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114329219039388702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114329219039388702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114329219039388702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy-week.html' title='...?Crazy Week?...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114303967055568421</id><published>2006-03-22T22:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:01:11.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!JUMP!!!</title><content type='html'>I donâ€™t wanna wake up today&lt;br /&gt;Cuz every dayâ€™s the same&lt;br /&gt;And Iâ€™ve been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;For things to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m sick of this town&lt;br /&gt;Sick of my job&lt;br /&gt;Sick of my friends cuz everyoneâ€™s cheated&lt;br /&gt;Sick of this placeI wanna break free&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m so frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;Donâ€™t wanna think about tomorrow (jump)&lt;br /&gt;I just donâ€™t care tonight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;Donâ€™t wanna think about my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Letâ€™s go whoa&lt;br /&gt;Forget your problems&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donâ€™t wanna wake up one day&lt;br /&gt;And find out itâ€™s too late&lt;br /&gt;To do all the things I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;So Iâ€™m gonna pack up my bags&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m never comin back&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the years are passin by&lt;br /&gt;And Iâ€™ve wasted all my t-t-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m sick of this house&lt;br /&gt;Sick of bein broke&lt;br /&gt;Sick of this town thatâ€™s bringin me down&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m Sick of this place I wanna break free&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m so frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;Donâ€™t wanna think about tomorrow (jump)&lt;br /&gt;I just donâ€™t care tonight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;Donâ€™t wanna think about my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Letâ€™s go woah&lt;br /&gt;Forget your problems&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I canâ€™t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I canâ€™t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I canâ€™t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Canâ€™t take it&lt;br /&gt;Canâ€™t take it&lt;br /&gt;Canâ€™t take it (take it anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;Donâ€™t wanna think about tomorrow (jump)&lt;br /&gt;I just donâ€™t care tonight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;Donâ€™t wanna think about my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Letâ€™s go whoa&lt;br /&gt;Forget your problems&lt;br /&gt;I said letâ€™s just go whoa&lt;br /&gt;Forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump (jump)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna jump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114303967055568421?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114303967055568421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114303967055568421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114303967055568421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114303967055568421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/jump.html' title='!!!JUMP!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114303903992457246</id><published>2006-03-22T21:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:50:40.090+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!I'd Do Anything!!!</title><content type='html'>Another day is going by&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;But you're out there&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote this letter in my head&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz so many things were left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;but now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the one last chance&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To try to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I know I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of droping out of school&lt;br /&gt;And leave this place to never come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now maybe after all these years&lt;br /&gt;If you miss me have no fear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the one last chance&lt;br /&gt;to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't let you leave me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanana (...)&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I won't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I know I won't forget you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114303903992457246?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114303903992457246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114303903992457246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114303903992457246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114303903992457246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/id-do-anything.html' title='!!!I&apos;d Do Anything!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114303857703160747</id><published>2006-03-22T21:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:42:57.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.do.hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Do Hate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LAME ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Unclear ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Untrustable ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Life ***iwannatakeabreakfromthisfuckinhorriblesituationjusttoseeificanbreath***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.1. LoV3... ***i used to be, but now, I don't trust in Love***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Relationship ***I'd rather be alone survived in this fuckin' crazy world***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Me... ***i.hate.everything.lying.deep.inside.of.me***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ...Unperfect Situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a&gt;\\\Everyone&lt;/a&gt; who cries about his life/// ***That's why I hate myself***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ...And you ppl who read this shit... FUCK YOU!!! ***you know who you are...***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114303857703160747?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114303857703160747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114303857703160747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114303857703160747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114303857703160747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/idohate.html' title='i.do.hate'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114303755532201561</id><published>2006-03-22T21:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:25:55.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...I Feel So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I was &lt;strong&gt;brave&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I was&lt;strong&gt; stronger&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could &lt;strong&gt;feel no pain&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I was &lt;strong&gt;young&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I was &lt;strong&gt;shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I was you not I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I feel so mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; angry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;callused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so cheap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt;, unfaithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's start over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's start over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I made cures for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How people are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I had &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could change the world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I feel so mad&lt;br /&gt;I feel so angry&lt;br /&gt;I feel so callused&lt;br /&gt;So lost, confused, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So used, unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'CauseI feel so mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so callused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So lost, confused, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So used, unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so callused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So lost, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So used, unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's start over..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps. ... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so cheap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114303755532201561?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114303755532201561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114303755532201561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114303755532201561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114303755532201561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-so.html' title='...I Feel So...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114155600312673509</id><published>2006-03-21T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:15:27.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Untitled... (Again!!! :-p)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of a while ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We might of have had it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You needed time to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But now just as things change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As well my feelings do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;things rearrange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so sick of chasing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But what do I get 'cause I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seem to lose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me regret those times I spent with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And playing those games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as I wait for your call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I give up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; of pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This time I'll get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not a change of taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was the one there last night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have your other friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They were there when you cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't mean to hurt you then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best friends just won't leave your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But what do I get 'cause I just seem to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You make me regret those times I spent with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And playing those games as I wait for your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I give up, so goodbye and so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not a change of pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time I'll get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not a change of taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was the one there last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I needed you most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I needed a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You let me down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I let you down then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sorry, it's over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114155600312673509?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114155600312673509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114155600312673509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114155600312673509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114155600312673509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled-again-p.html' title='...Untitled... (Again!!! :-p)'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114265436517451250</id><published>2006-03-18T10:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:59:32.573+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Sebelum Kamu Mengeluh...</title><content type='html'>1.Hari ini sebelum kamu mengatakan kata-kata yang tidak baik,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang seseorang yang tidak dapat berbicara sama sekali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Sebelum kamu mengeluh tentang rasa dari makananmu,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang seseorang yang tidak punya apapun untuk dimakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Sebelum anda mengeluh tidak punya apa-apa,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang seseorang yang meminta-minta dijalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Sebelum kamu mengeluh bahwa kamu buruk,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang seseorang yang berada pada tingkat yang terburuk didalam hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Sebelum kamu mengeluh tentang suami atau istri anda,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang seseorang yang memohon kepada Tuhan untuk diberikan teman hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Hari ini sebelum kamu mengeluh tentang hidupmu,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang seseorang yang meninggal terlalu cepat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Sebelum kamu mengeluh tentang anak-anakmu,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang seseorang yang sangat ingin mempunyai anak tetapi belum dikaruniai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Sebelum kamu mengeluh tentang rumahmu yang kotor karena pembantumu tidakmengerjakan tugasnya,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang orang-orang yang tinggal dijalanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Sebelum kamu mengeluh tentang jauhnya kamu telah menyetir,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang seseorang yang menempuh jarak yang sama dengan berjalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Dan disaat kamu lelah dan mengeluh tentang pekerjaanmu,&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan tentang pengangguran, orang-orang cacat yang berharap mereka mempunyai pekerjaan seperti anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Sebelum kamu menunjukkan jari dan menyalahkan orang lain,&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah bahwa tidak ada seorangpun yang tidak berdosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Dan ketika kamu sedang bersedih dan hidupmu dalam kesusahan,&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum dan berterima kasihlah kepada Tuhan bahwa kamu masih hidup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114265436517451250?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114265436517451250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114265436517451250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114265436517451250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114265436517451250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/sebelum-kamu-mengeluh.html' title='...Sebelum Kamu Mengeluh...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114265411457558542</id><published>2006-03-18T10:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:55:20.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>***Nice Guys Finish Last*** -&gt; Dari bul-nya fs. :-p</title><content type='html'>To every guy that regrets hurting her. To every guy who knows which girl he wants. To every guy that's said, "Sex can wait." To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful." To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her. To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.To every guy that said he would die for her. To every guy that really would. To every guy that did what she wanted to do. To every guy that cried in front of her. To every guy that she cried in front of. To every guy that holds hands with her. To every guy that kisses her with meaning. To every guy that hugs her when she's sad. To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all. To every guy who would give their jacket up. To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe. To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to be able to see her for ten minutes.To every guy that would give his seat up. To every guy who forgave her even if she hurt him To every guy that just wants to cuddle. To every guy tha treassured her that she was beautiful no matter what. To every guy who told his secrets to her. To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath. To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one. To every guy that believed in her dreams. To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them. To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams. To every guy that walked her to her car. To every guy that wasn't just trying to get laid. To every guy that actually listened. To every guy that gave his heart only to have it shoved back in his face. TO EVERY GUY THAT PRAYS THAT SHE IS HAPPY EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT WITH HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msg: This one is for you... Not all girls appreciate nice guys. There's not many left out there....&lt;br /&gt;If you are a nice guy repost this: "Nice guys finish last"&lt;br /&gt;If you are a girl that thinks every guy should try to encompass even a few of these repost this: "To the nice guys out there!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114265411457558542?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114265411457558542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114265411457558542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114265411457558542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114265411457558542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/nice-guys-finish-last-dari-bul-nya-fs.html' title='***Nice Guys Finish Last*** -&gt; Dari bul-nya fs. :-p'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114265314414268511</id><published>2006-03-18T10:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:39:04.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>***Rayuan Gombal*** :-p</title><content type='html'>cowo: Mbak, bapaknya ahli perbintangan ya??&lt;br /&gt;Cewe: Ah.. tidak, memang kenapa??&lt;br /&gt;cowo: Saya lihat bintang dimata mbak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cowo: Maaf mba, jangan terlalu lama duduk dikursi itu, pindah dideket saya saja&lt;br /&gt;Cewe: Loh?? kenapa??&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: Takut dikerubung semut.. soalnya mba manis.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: "Mbak punya obeng nggak?"&lt;br /&gt;Cewe: "Hah? Gak Punya tuh."&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: "Tapi kalo nomor telepon punya, kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari bule sono:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Are you an Interior Decorator?"&lt;br /&gt;W: "No. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "When I saw you enter, the room became beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Are you religious?"&lt;br /&gt;W: "Yes "&lt;br /&gt;M: "Good, because I'm the answer to your prayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Baby, did you fart, Cause you blow me away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "How is your fever?"&lt;br /&gt;W: "What Fever?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "Oh.. you just look so hot to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Wow! I didn't know that angels could fly so low!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Can I get a picture of you to prove to my friends that angels do really exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Wow! How did you do that???!!!"&lt;br /&gt;W: "Do what?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "Look so good..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Hey, I lost my phone number.. can I have yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Hey Laura!! (Big Hug), I haven't seen you FOREVER!!!! (Huge KISS) Wow, you've really have changed!!!&lt;br /&gt;W: "Wait, I'm not Laura.."&lt;br /&gt;M: "What? Oh my god, You even changed your name!!!=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: "Sayang, kamu itu seperti sendok..."&lt;br /&gt;Cewe: "Kenapa?"&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: "Karena kamu ngaduk-ngaduk perasaan aku..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: "Yang, badan kamu sekarang sakit semua ga?"&lt;br /&gt;Cewe: "Ga tuh, kenapa?"&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: "Soalnya aku kemarin abis liat kamu jatuh dari surga..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau bisa juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: "Yang, kamu ga capek-capek yawh..."&lt;br /&gt;Cewe: "Apaan?"&lt;br /&gt;Cowo: "Mengelilingi pikiranku..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114265314414268511?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114265314414268511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114265314414268511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114265314414268511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114265314414268511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/03/rayuan-gombal-p.html' title='***Rayuan Gombal*** :-p'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114093368275391566</id><published>2006-02-26T12:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:01:22.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh... Hari ini diriku senang sekali, sebab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYA TELAH MENGUASAI LAGU YOUR REVOLUTION IS A JOKE - FUNERAL FOR A FRIENDS... :-P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tau gak seh kamu, kalo lagu itu pingin banget saya kuasain sejak saya kelas 2 SMA ini... Uhhh... bangganya diriku... Hehehehh... :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh, tapi sekarang akhir-akhir ini makin banyak cewe-cewe yang demen ngomong 'aq' yahh... Ngomongnya bukan 'aku' tapi 'akyuu..' dengan gaya-gaya yang sok imut gitu.. Uhhhh... Sucks... Another narcist term has been born... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xxrejectedxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;d1nonly nbdySDsme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh, sekarang gw lagi demen banget denger lagunya Dashboard Confessional yang July... ANJRIT, KEREN MAMPUS!! :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114093368275391566?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114093368275391566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114093368275391566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114093368275391566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114093368275391566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114093288441585637</id><published>2006-02-26T12:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:48:04.673+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!JUANCOK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUANCOKKKK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 hari lagi makalah dah kudu dikumpulin, dan gw sama sekali blom buatttttttt&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;asu, ngelu iki ndasku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jancok, coba seandainya ada mukjizat... Saya bisa menyelesaikannya tepat waktu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saya bersumpah akan hidup selibat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hehehehhh.... :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kidding... kidding... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ancene asu tenan iki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!somebody, HELP ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114093288441585637?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114093288441585637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114093288441585637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114093288441585637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114093288441585637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/juancok.html' title='!!!JUANCOK!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114078857157149839</id><published>2006-02-24T20:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:42:52.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Time To Break Up...</title><content type='html'>I guess it's only the men&lt;br /&gt;Who get fucked now and again&lt;br /&gt;We take our chicks to the mall&lt;br /&gt;We wait in parking stalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we come home too late&lt;br /&gt;She's pissed that she had to wait&lt;br /&gt;And my excuse not to call&lt;br /&gt;It never worked at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Where's your daughter&lt;br /&gt;Hurt's to break up&lt;br /&gt;She was stronger&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say&lt;br /&gt;Please don't love her&lt;br /&gt;What did i gain? now&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate the lipstick&lt;br /&gt;It stained and tasted so sick&lt;br /&gt;The pantyhose and the bras&lt;br /&gt;She threw on my guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, fuck I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;I thought i needed a break&lt;br /&gt;The truth is i'm such a dick&lt;br /&gt;It's broke and can't be fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Where's your daughter&lt;br /&gt;Hurt's to break up&lt;br /&gt;She was stronger&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say&lt;br /&gt;Please don't love her&lt;br /&gt;What did i gain? now&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna call it a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Then i shouldn't regret those things&lt;br /&gt;I miss her&lt;br /&gt;If you want the pain to go away&lt;br /&gt;Better suck up your pride and admit&lt;br /&gt;You lost her&lt;br /&gt;Let her go&lt;br /&gt;Move on&lt;br /&gt;Let her go&lt;br /&gt;Move on&lt;br /&gt;Let her go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114078857157149839?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114078857157149839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114078857157149839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114078857157149839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114078857157149839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-to-break-up.html' title='...Time To Break Up...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114078815117321680</id><published>2006-02-24T20:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:35:51.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Wasting Time...</title><content type='html'>I'm wasting time thinking about a girl&lt;br /&gt;And stealing her away from her world&lt;br /&gt;She and I would run away&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the things that I'd say&lt;br /&gt;We'd talk about important things&lt;br /&gt;And I picture it in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;She'd teach me about modern art&lt;br /&gt;And I'd show her it's okay to fart and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd impress her&lt;br /&gt;By being in a band and&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act real tough&lt;br /&gt;She'd let me hold her hand and&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll win her heart&lt;br /&gt;By writing this song about her&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit at home and&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if she's sitting at home&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of me and wondering if I'm&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at home, thinking about her&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how she laughed at Kinko's&lt;br /&gt;When I made fun of that guy&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the look she gave me&lt;br /&gt;When I told her that I used to fry&lt;br /&gt;I really want to ask her out&lt;br /&gt;But my ego could never take it&lt;br /&gt;And even if I got the balls&lt;br /&gt;You know that the Cougar would never make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'd impress her&lt;br /&gt;By being in a band and&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act real tough&lt;br /&gt;She'd let me hold her hand and&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll win her heart&lt;br /&gt;By writing this song about her&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit at home and&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if she's sitting at home&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of me and wondering if I'm&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at home, thinking about her&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;Am I just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;Am I just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time thinking about a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : &lt;em&gt;Am I just wasting my time thinkin' bout her? YEAH, I GUESS I DO. :-p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114078815117321680?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114078815117321680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114078815117321680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114078815117321680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114078815117321680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/wasting-time.html' title='...Wasting Time...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114078749580890699</id><published>2006-02-24T20:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:24:56.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!I DON'T WANNA THINK ABOUT YOU!!</title><content type='html'>Can you leave me here alone now&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That you know me&lt;br /&gt;That I should be&lt;br /&gt;Always doing what you say&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm trying to get through today&lt;br /&gt;And there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Or think about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna figure this out&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Or think about nothing&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna talk this one out&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause I won't wait&lt;br /&gt;Cause you won't change&lt;br /&gt;And you'll always be this way&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna get through today&lt;br /&gt;And there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Or think about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna figure this out&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Or think about nothing&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna talk this one out&lt;br /&gt;This time I won't let you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you shut me out&lt;br /&gt;This time I know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;Running as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;I'll never come back again&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114078749580890699?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114078749580890699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114078749580890699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114078749580890699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114078749580890699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-wanna-think-about-you.html' title='!!!I DON&apos;T WANNA THINK ABOUT YOU!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114062055410860803</id><published>2006-02-22T21:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:02:37.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!Test Ur Knowledge!!!</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should just forget you... &lt;simple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you,&lt;br /&gt;or think about me,&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna figure this out... &lt;simple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, sweet summer... &lt;dashboard&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we broke all of the rules&lt;br /&gt;dreaming bout dropping out of the schools&lt;br /&gt;and leave this place&lt;br /&gt;to never comeback... &lt;simple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take everything for the inside,&lt;br /&gt;and throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I swear for the last time&lt;br /&gt;I won't waste myself with you... &lt;linkin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you... &lt;finch&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me&lt;br /&gt;You're already the voice inside my head&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you...) &lt;blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm so sick of chasing you... &lt;blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Dumb to ask, cool to ignore... &lt;blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah, my love, I miss you... &lt;our&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your problem? ... &lt;new&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter now cause I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;She knocked me on my ass again, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm alone again and I feel fine. &lt;riddlin'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice I'm gone... &lt;finch&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the most I could do was to just blame myself&lt;br /&gt;and I know you know, everything&lt;br /&gt;I know you didnt mean it&lt;br /&gt;I know you didnt mean it &lt;taking&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next, I don't wanna know... &lt;new&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But it's right there when you turn around.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel... &lt;riddlin'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But her ego is still hard to move... &lt;blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'll happen once again, you'll turn to a friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone that understands, sees through the master plan&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's gone, and you've been there for too long,&lt;br /&gt;To face this on your own, well I guess this is growing up... &lt;blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : &lt;em&gt;Tebak-tebakan berhadiah -&gt; Tuliskan siapa penyanyi dan judul lagu ini sebelum 28 Februari 2005, ada hadiah menarik menanti anda. Jawaban cukup dituliskan di komen post ini. Oh yeah, no Googling pls. :-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eh, ini serius lohhh...!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114062055410860803?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114062055410860803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114062055410860803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114062055410860803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114062055410860803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/test-ur-knowledge.html' title='!!!Test Ur Knowledge!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114061982285335730</id><published>2006-02-22T21:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:50:25.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...It's Just An Obsession, Guys!...</title><content type='html'>Hari ini adalah sama seperti hari-hari yang saya rasakan kemarin. Tidak ada yang berubah. Tidak ada yang baru. Semua rutinitas yang saya alami tampaknya hanya merupakan pengulangan dari hari-hari yang sebelumnya. Kecuali di malam hari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap malam saya selalu merasakannya. Suatu perasaan aneh yang tidak pernah saya rasakan sebelumnya. Suatu perasaan yang bisa dikatakan sebagai hal 'terburuk' yang pernah saya rasakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya benci dengan kehidupan saya yang dulu, tetapi entah kenapa saya ingin kembali menjadi diri saya yang sebelumnya... Suatu pribadi yang tertutup, egois, lebih mementingkan perasaannya sendiri dan... tidak pernah merasakan 'perasaan' itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir kali saya merasakan 'perasaan' itu waktu beberapa tahun yang lalu. Waktu itu saya mencintai seseorang tetapi kami tidak bisa berjalan terus karena tampaknya kami memang tidak sejalan. Memang, beberapa tahun yang lalu saya hanyalah seorang remaja bodoh yang belum bisa mendefinisikan apa artinya cinta itu sebenarnya. Hanya saja remaja bodoh ini hanya ingin berusaha untuk membuat dia bahagia bersama saya. Hal yang sama seperti yang saya rasakan sekarang ini. Namun beberapa tahun yang lalu saya sadar perasaan itu hanyalah emosi sesaat. Perasaan itu hanya merupakan obsesi saya. Tidak lebih. Buktinya sekarang saya bisa lebih bahagia tanpa dia... Walaupun masih terasa sakit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsesi... Sebuah kata yang absurd. Sebuah kata yang tipis batasannya dengan arti cinta yang sebenarnya. Saya hampir tidak dapat membedakan apa perbedaan dari cinta dengan obsesi itu sebenarnya, sebab bagi saya perasaan itu sama. Kita sama-sama merasakan hal yang sama jika kita terobsesi dengan seseorang dengan kita mencintai seseorang. Namun pada akhirnya saya sadar bahwa perbedaan itu terletak pada hal yang kita lakukan saat orang tersebut tahu tentang yang kita berikan. Jika hal itu hanya obsesi, kita hanya akan merasakan suatu 'kemenangan' karena kita telah mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan, namun tidak lebih. Kita tidak akan pernah bisa mempertahankannya, dan hal itu tidak akan membuat kita dan dia bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbeda dengan cinta yang sebenarnya. Sebuah cinta yang sejati adalah sebuah perasaan yang bisa membebaskan seseorang tanpa mengharapkan balasan. Kita hanya memberikan sesuatu yang terbaik dari diri kita agar orang yang kita cintai tersebut itu bahagia dengan kita. Dan cinta yang sejati tidak mengharapkan balasan. Hanya sebuah perbuatan memberi... Sekarang saya sadar akan hal itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat perasaan ini datang lagi saya hanya bisa bertanya pada diri saya sendiri, apakah ini hanya merupakan obsesi saya belaka. Apakah ini semua hanyalah sebuah tantangan untuk mendapatkan cinta yang tidak pernah bisa saya dapatkan..? Sebab dari semua hal yang terjadi belakangan ini saya telah belajar satu hal: Dia tidak akan pernah bahagia bersama saya sebagai seorang kekasih. Sebagai teman? Mungkin saja. Mungkin itulah yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang saya telah menyadari kekeliruan saya. Saya sekarang hanya ingin melenyapkan obsesi saya terhadap dirinya... Dan menjadi diri saya yang sebelumnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114061982285335730?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114061982285335730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114061982285335730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114061982285335730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114061982285335730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-just-obsession-guys.html' title='...It&apos;s Just An Obsession, Guys!...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114061961006635586</id><published>2006-02-20T21:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:46:56.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...My Alien...</title><content type='html'>Pernahkah anda mendengar lagi dari Simple Plan yang berjudul 'My Alien'? I bet y'all had. Lagu ini intinya bercerita tentang seseorang yang mencintai seseorang tetapi orang tersebut terasa jauuuh... Walaupun orang itu dekat. Yah, seperti mencintai seorang Alien. Hehe... Yahh, hal yang sama seperti yang saya rasakan sekarang ini, sih... Saya sekarang sedang mencintai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT... Mencintai...??!! Ahhh... Kayaknya saya sekarang sedang omong kosong deh. Sesuai dengan hukum pertama Newton (Ehm, ini ilmiah bo! :-p) jika kita memberikan suatu gaya pada benda lain maka kita akan menerima gaya yang sama dengan gaya yang kita berikan sebelumnya. Nah, jika kita tidak menerima gaya tersebut maka dapat dikatakan bahwa gaya yang kita lakukan adalah bernilai nol. Sama seperti itu, tampaknya saya hanya sia-sia saja memberikan 'gaya' tersebut. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampaknya saya sekarang saya telah salah mengerti tentang 'gaya' yang dia berikan. Yah, saya terlalu asyik dengan perasaan saya sendiri hingga tidak memikirkan tentang logikanya. Ahhh... Tampaknya saya memang salah. :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114061961006635586?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114061961006635586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114061961006635586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114061961006635586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114061961006635586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-alien.html' title='...My Alien...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114025953344191728</id><published>2006-02-18T17:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:45:38.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!WTF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Scott Stapp, Kid Rock's Too Candid Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/17/2006 5:49 PM, E! Online&lt;br /&gt;Josh Grossberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/DailyNews/celeb/eo/en_music_eo/18385/18110123/*http://news.search.yahoo.com/search/news?fr=news-storylinks&amp;p=%22Scott%20Stapp%22&amp;amp;c=&amp;n=20&amp;amp;yn=c&amp;c=news&amp;amp;cs=nw"&gt;Scott Stapp&lt;/a&gt; needs these days--some, um, good publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former Creed crooner and his Cocky-espousing pal Kid Rock are the latest celebs to find their sexploits immortalized on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, just five days after the supposedly sobered-up Stapp got busted for public drunkenness on his way to his honeymoon, the online porn purveyor responsible for &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/DailyNews/celeb/eo/en_music_eo/18385/18110123/*http://news.search.yahoo.com/search/news?fr=news-storylinks&amp;p=%22Paris%20Hilton%22&amp;amp;c=&amp;n=20&amp;amp;yn=c&amp;c=news&amp;amp;cs=nw"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt;'s infamous One Night in Paris began previewing footage of the two musicians engaged in sex acts with various women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The California-based Red Light District has uploaded a 40-second clip at KidRockSexTape.com and ScottStappSexTape.com showing Rock and Stapp tag-teaming for a 45-minute lovefest with several groupies. Although recorded back in 1999, when Rock and Creed were on the road together, the tape only surfaced recently, according to Red Light's president, David Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;The tape came from a "third party," says Joseph and its release has not been sanctioned by either Stapp or Kid Rock. Joseph says he convinced the unnamed seller not to release the video for free on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reps for both musicians did not immediately respond to calls seeking comment, so it's not known whether they will endorse the sale of the video in exchange for a percentage of profits, as Hilton and Rock's ex &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/DailyNews/celeb/eo/en_music_eo/18385/18110123/*http://news.search.yahoo.com/search/news?fr=news-storylinks&amp;p=%22Pamela%20Anderson%22&amp;amp;c=&amp;n=20&amp;amp;yn=c&amp;c=news&amp;amp;cs=nw"&gt;Pamela Anderson&lt;/a&gt; (with her former hubby, &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/DailyNews/celeb/eo/en_music_eo/18385/18110123/*http://news.search.yahoo.com/search/news?fr=news-storylinks&amp;p=%22Tommy%20Lee%22&amp;amp;c=&amp;n=20&amp;amp;yn=c&amp;c=news&amp;amp;cs=nw"&gt;Tommy Lee&lt;/a&gt;) eventually did with their sex tapes, or whether they will sue to block its release, as was the case with &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/DailyNews/celeb/eo/en_music_eo/18385/18110123/*http://news.search.yahoo.com/search/news?fr=news-storylinks&amp;p=%22Colin%20Farrell%22&amp;amp;c=&amp;n=20&amp;amp;yn=c&amp;c=news&amp;amp;cs=nw"&gt;Colin Farrell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph--who has also released One Night in China starring former pro wrestler and Surreal Life star Joanie "Chyna Doll" Laurer, and oversees the iPod-ready iPorn.com--claims to have tried to reach both rock stars, but had no success. He says because the footage was apparently shot by different people, he doesn't necessarily need Stapp or Kid Rock's cooperation to release the tape. Of course, their lawyers haven't weighed in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rockers don't cross swords, the sneak peek online shows them talking to one another (Stapp borrows a line from History of the World, Part I, telling Rock, "It's good to be the king") as they engage with women on a tour bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, both rockers could use a little career Viagra at this point and the sex tape might prove to be the trick (after all, scandalous candid-camera moments certainly worked wonders for Anderson and Hilton). Kid Rock's sales have been flaccid of late, with his 2003 self-titled release failing to generate much heat on the charts. Besides, the Detroit artist's has a new live disc, Live Trucker, hitting stores later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, since going solo in the wake of Creed's breakup, Stapp hasn't moved many copies of his 2004 album, The Great Divide. And he begins a tour later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, now that Stapp is a week into his marriage with former Miss New York Jaclyn Nesheiwat, he might not want his previous liaisons going public. And while the beauty queen hasn't commented on the sex tape, we're guessing that, as director of public affairs for the Scott Stapp Foundation, which promotes healthy parent-child relationships, she's not exactly tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : &lt;em&gt;Ummhh... Though he sang a very 'Christian' song, now I can't believe in my own eyes... After got caught on airport for drunk, now what??? Caught on sex tape??? Uhhh... Go to hell, dude!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114025953344191728?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114025953344191728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114025953344191728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114025953344191728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114025953344191728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/wtf.html' title='!!!WTF!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114025912555737361</id><published>2006-02-18T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:38:45.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Mistaken...</title><content type='html'>Now I'm thinkin' for another moment I take,&lt;br /&gt;is this the best that I get?&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say, no, it won't last forever, you'd stay.&lt;br /&gt;On your mind you feel the battle inside you.&lt;br /&gt;Now please tell me one thing for real,&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in you?&lt;br /&gt;Run this feel like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been misled&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna stay on my own again,&lt;br /&gt;and say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : &lt;em&gt;damn! Seems its hard to find the 2nd verse part, somehow. Dunno why.. :-p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114025912555737361?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114025912555737361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114025912555737361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114025912555737361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114025912555737361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/mistaken.html' title='...Mistaken...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114025889837706271</id><published>2006-02-18T17:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:34:58.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Seeking The 'One'... :-p</title><content type='html'>1. Harus penggemar musik!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Emo is optional, tapi paling nggak harus punya selera musik yang nggak kampungan (Dewa, Padi, ADA Band, ato dangdut!). O yea, for d Avril Fanz, go suck your grandpa's dick! :-p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Punya inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It means, cewe yang gw mau tu ga harus cakep2 amat, tapi yang jelas harus punya yang satu itu... Ever watched Shallow Hal? Yah, some kind like that! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ga jaim.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cewe sok cool, sok cantik, narsis, dan sebangsanya.. Aarrghh... It makes me puke till d last shit! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ga plin-plan.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ini penting.. Coz gw paling ga suka cewe yang suka ga jelas dalam menentukan langkah yang harus diambil. Yah, tau sehh kalo cewe tu lebih condong emosional dalam mutusin masalah, tapi paling ngga tu cewe harus jelas dalam bersikap. Take it or leave it, that's what I'm tryin' to say, dude! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Harus perhatian!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wahh, ini penting juga... Bukan berarti gw haus perhatian dan kurang kasih sayang loohh... Maksudnya yah, kan yang namanya pacaran harus ada yang 'lebih' dong, ya ga? :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Harus bisa ngasih solusi2 yang tepat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yah, tau sendiri kan gw tu orangnya super duper ga serius... Yang gw mau paling ngga ada orang yang bisa ngasih gw advice kalo ada suatu hal yang salah dalam hidup gw. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Vast-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ini penting juga... Supaya bisa ngimbangin kepinteran gw... Hehehehhh... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Harus seiman.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yang penting harus cinta JC dan rajin ke gereja. Penting, soalnya biar gw ada motivasi buat ke gereja. Hehehehh... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Jago Inggris.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Jarang-jarang lho, ada cewe yang jago Inggris, makanya gw suka ma cewe yang model gini. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sabar.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ummhh... Just like my mom. :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114025889837706271?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114025889837706271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114025889837706271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114025889837706271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114025889837706271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/seeking-one-p_18.html' title='...Seeking The &apos;One&apos;... :-p'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-114025851336031123</id><published>2006-02-18T17:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:28:35.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Lucu Juga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls u,&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine," after a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;he thinks you're the most beautiful thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's chest,&lt;br /&gt;he has the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;he is in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy say he loves you,&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;he's with you till your done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;he misses you more than you could have ever missed&lt;br /&gt;him or anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl facts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl calls you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;she is seeking for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl wants to see you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I'll love you forever,"&lt;br /&gt;she means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;she has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-114025851336031123?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/114025851336031123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=114025851336031123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114025851336031123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/114025851336031123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/lucu-juga.html' title='...Lucu Juga...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113949794582581125</id><published>2006-02-09T22:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:36:09.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>... I Miss You ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look back in the past, and I see something sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ystery that always haunt me back in this present time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n this memories I lay everything to take back those times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ay, is that worth enough for me to be fought on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eems like I've been fall down on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eah, my love. I Miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ver this ego and everything that keep this distance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are my only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ps. : &lt;em&gt;I've got the rhytm... Who wants hear it? :-p Hehehhh...&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/18678822-113949794582581125?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113949794582581125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113949794582581125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113949794582581125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113949794582581125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-miss-you_09.html' title='... I Miss You ...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113949769131362269</id><published>2006-02-09T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:08:11.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!I'm All Alone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm all alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still been on my bed and thinkin' my past&lt;br /&gt;I know it was a hard day and It won't last&lt;br /&gt;until today I feel like my life's a test&lt;br /&gt;From the High One, how I live my life's best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I feel like the world turned his back on me&lt;br /&gt;Too much blood, and sweat, and tears&lt;br /&gt;Just for another worthless reason&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for another season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday's the same old song&lt;br /&gt;from another same old singer&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm the one whose to blame&lt;br /&gt;and I never be the same anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still been on my bed and thinkin' bout now&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I couldn't live it somehow&lt;br /&gt;I always take the worst thing&lt;br /&gt;And right now I just wanna sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday's the same old song&lt;br /&gt;from another same old singer&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm the one whose to blame&lt;br /&gt;cuz I couldn't never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm all alone...&lt;br /&gt;Now, are you happy now...?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see what's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my blood?&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same as yours...&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my tears?&lt;br /&gt;That never be dropped in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday's the same old song&lt;br /&gt;from another same old singer&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm the one whose to blame&lt;br /&gt;cuz I couldn't never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday's the same old song&lt;br /&gt;from another same old singer&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm the one whose to blame&lt;br /&gt;cuz I couldn't never be the same anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : &lt;em&gt;Whoaaaa... My Kewlest Lyric I've Ever Made!!! :-p Teehee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113949769131362269?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113949769131362269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113949769131362269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113949769131362269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113949769131362269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-all-alone_09.html' title='!!!I&apos;m All Alone!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113907627940406735</id><published>2006-02-05T00:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:04:39.663+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Our Inner Feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Love and Other Issues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Rebecca Brents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;1. There are people in this world who love you ... perhaps people you don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because something in him wants to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if he doesn't like you. It might even change his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before he goes to sleep. Someone who loved you in the past ... has never lost the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You mean the world to someone, and you need to find the ones who mean the world to you. With any luck, they are the same people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You are special and unique. Experiencing that is your reason for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. It is your responsibility to find that good ... and make sure it prospers. After all, you -- and perhaps others -- have paid dearly for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take another look. Most likely you turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't, but if you believe in yourself, sooner or later, you probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget the rude remarks. "Constructive criticism" is never wrapped in a rude remark. Don't buy into that lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Always tell someone how you feel about him; you will feel much better when he knows. (Yes, this includes the people who are problems for you ... and whom you don't especially like, but do take responsibility for the fact it's you who doesn't like them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you have a great friend, tell him so. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Even if it turns out badly, loving someone is never a mistake. Letting yourself be mistreated "in the name of love," however, is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Just because someone says he loves you ... doesn't mean it's true. And just because someone never says the words ... doesn't mean his heart wouldn't break if you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If at least one person's life has not been improved, made happier, made easier, made more comfortable, made wiser by your presence in the world ... you need to fix that before you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113907627940406735?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113907627940406735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113907627940406735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113907627940406735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113907627940406735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-inner-feelings.html' title='...Our Inner Feelings...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113897937197498076</id><published>2006-02-03T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:09:32.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol And Straight-Edge Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok. So here's my take on going to parties with alcohol when you're straight edge. It can be alright. Most of the time it's tollerable in my experience. But it definitely depends on your level of disgust with the effects of acholol on the people at the party. More specifically it depends on the effects of alcohol on the people you know at the party. Who cares what strangers do or how they act. Take for example the office party. The holiday office party where you get to see your bosses tanked. This is one of those times when I would prefer simply not to go. Or, as I did this year, simply make an appearance for a few minutes and then escape to the yummy Thai restaurant next door. Some of the last people on earth that I want to see drunk or tipsy are the people I work with. They are all generally interesting people and I enjoy talking to them on a day-to-day basis. I respect them. But seeing them all happy for no reason, maybe stumbling on their words or professing their love for one another... well it does very, very little to boost my confidence with them in the workplace. Yes, I have to keep it in perspective. People drink. Surprise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another funky situation is when you go out to drink with a significant other. Here's where it gets tricky. Ok... don't want to intrude on their lifestyle if they are a drinker. But, you definitely don't want to see them tipsy either. Hell no, because as a straight edge guy I can guarantee that you didn't become attracted to them when they were tipsy and they certainly aren't going to get more attractive when they are tipsy. In fact they will be substantially less attractive. Massively so. And that feeling can last for a week. And then with friends... if someone needs alcohol to become interesting then they're boring in the first place and it's very pathetic. If they were interesting and then get drunk they don't get more interesting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm convinced that the whole trick to parties with alcohol is that NOBODY there should really be sober. Think of it like this... the next day, Monday or whatever, if people are standing around talking about how stupid they all got at the party it's no big deal. But if there's a straight edge guy stanting there too... and he says "yeah, you were a fucking idiot when you photocopied your ass cheek on the new minolta copier." it carries a different kind of weight. And even if you, straight edger, don't mean it in some kind of mean way, it doesn't come accross nicely if you yourself weren't drunk. Which explains why I lost entire groups of friends from time to time after parties in high school and college. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah. I'm trying to level out my intensity when it comes to the reality and pervasiveness of alcohol. It's here. The vast majority of people don't think about it like I do. And if I stuck with the people who do think about it like I do I'd be a damn lonely man. But it doesn't mean that I should go somewhere that I'm uncomfortable or be friends with or date people who do things I'm uncomfortable with. Fortunately I have a certain level of resigned comfort with alcohol. Those who take it in with a moderated or european perspective are easier for me to understand and be comfortable with. It takes work, it's definitely effort, but it can be done. But then I know that it will take the people at my office to take time getting comfortable with me being sober at their parties. Even if the decide to keep photocopying their asses. ;-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;taken from: &lt;a href="http://www.straight-edge-life.com/SXE/997"&gt;http://www.straight-edge-life.com/SXE/997&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. : Part of my resolution. Don't wanna do it again, dude! ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113897937197498076?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113897937197498076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113897937197498076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113897937197498076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113897937197498076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/alcohol-and-straight-edge-perspective.html' title='Alcohol And Straight-Edge Perspective'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113897669794089250</id><published>2006-02-03T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:24:59.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!...Pathetic...!</title><content type='html'>What is '&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to be completely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a total sack of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to never &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt; anything to totally suck ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. and a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faggots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that never ever &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; the damn reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. : we don't have to be mad except we are the one of them, r8? Teehee... ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, no personal feelings, just my thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xxrjctdxx d1nOnly nbdSDsme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113897669794089250?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113897669794089250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113897669794089250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113897669794089250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113897669794089250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/pathetic.html' title='!...Pathetic...!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113879044962806783</id><published>2006-02-01T17:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:40:49.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>... :-p ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dunno&lt;/span&gt; what to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pathetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;look outside&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that it's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; cool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hater&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guess what, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;your mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're as&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;llama's ass&lt;/span&gt; does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that be more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;No personal feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;xxrejectedxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;d1nOnly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nbdySDsme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113879044962806783?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113879044962806783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113879044962806783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113879044962806783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113879044962806783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/p.html' title='... :-p ...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113878755872756263</id><published>2006-02-01T16:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:52:38.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!I Feel Fine!!!</title><content type='html'>Right now I really don't care if I'm alone or if I got you sittin' here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no look I've done it again.&lt;br /&gt;Man I should think about it before I say anything.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4, Looks like I'm alone again and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter now cause I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;She knocked me on my ass again, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm alone again and I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't know what to say, because you're mean and I never liked you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever call cause I don't want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me now because the chorus is comin' up again.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4, Looks like I'm alone again and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter now cause I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;She knocked me on my ass again, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm alone again and I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come and go and I don't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's not cause I'm a jerk and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what's the matter with me.&lt;br /&gt;I only know the right girl still out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter now cause I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;She knocked me on my ass again, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm alone again and I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter now cause I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;She knocked me on my ass again, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm alone again and I feel fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113878755872756263?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113878755872756263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113878755872756263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113878755872756263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113878755872756263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-feel-fine.html' title='!!!I Feel Fine!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113878716489032372</id><published>2006-02-01T16:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:46:11.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...The Power Of Songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;10 Songs that tears me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Hold On - Good Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; This song always lift me up whenever I'm down. It has very kewl lyrics and so related to me, even though I'm not at that bad 'situation' as it mentioned in that song. But, practically I was a depressed kid, and there's noone stand beside me. It was a long time, but for this day I think I've to hear it over and over. Haha.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Great Divide - Scott Stapp&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; What can I say, soo rockin', sooo deep, soo Creed, and sooo Christian! Teehee.. This song is just 1/2 star out of The Price Of Love by The Wedding (research done by me.. Teehee.. :-). It always makes me remember that theres always someone that loved me so much. And that person is... God. So it makes me realize that I'm not alone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Only One - Yellowcard&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; I love this song just because it's lyrical meaning. Dunno why, I just get amazed by those screamo voice and amazing violin part! It makes my tear fall down everytime he sings 'Here I go.. scream my lungs out just to get to you...'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Somewhere Out There - Our Lady Peace&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; Ahhh... This song's full of memories. This song was the one that cheer me up when I was get 'shocked' by my 2nd girlfriend.. Guess what, I'm still 'shocked' until today. By now, I still remember her voice and her expression when she said 'I don't love you. You are a jerk.'. Ahhhh... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Broken Wings - Alter Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; Can't really tell you why I cry when I hear this song. The best part of this song is when the singer sang 'On broken wings I'm falling and it won't be long...', and I fall down on the floor and start mourning.. :-p Kinda weird isn't it? ps. : I think it's a Christian song, but I'm not sure.(despite it's the crack of Creed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Little Devotional - Taking Back Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; Uhhh... Fuck, dude. It's the greatest song of their whole song!!! So fuckin' sad and full of reason to make you cry! So if you haven't heard it, you must be from the outworld! Teehee.. Get your crappy ass up and hear this song!!! :-p ps. : Listen when the singer sang 'Said I'm gonna have myself in shambles,  before you folks are up and looking for some answers...'. I bet you'll start cryin' and thinkin' that you are worthless. No offense, dude. Just personal thought! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Sidewalks - Story Of The Year&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; Have you ever got cheated by somebody you loved? This song tells you that feeling. Watch their video clips, guys! It's full of reason not to believe somebody else but you, even your boy/girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Poetic Tragedy - The Used&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; 'Then in vioent, frustration he cries out to God or just no one..'. It's enough to describe why I cried everytime I hear this song. Plus the voice of the singer makes this song so soulful and so fuckin' kewl! 10 stars from me!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Everywhere - Yellowcard&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &gt; ... nfp. I can't tell you why this song is sad though it's beat are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Internal Collaboration Armour - Majesty&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;       &gt; Yeaa... Yeaa.. I know. All Indonesian bands are only posers. And this band is the copycat of Dashboard Confessional. Not even their music, but they copy Chris's voices too! Uhh... Fuck... Listen, the beat of this song is strangely same to DC's song: ...(uhhh... I forgot.. :-p ) . Some other posies... But I've to admit that this song is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113878716489032372?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113878716489032372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113878716489032372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113878716489032372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113878716489032372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/02/power-of-songs.html' title='...The Power Of Songs...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113868949299884555</id><published>2006-01-31T12:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:38:13.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...xoxo...</title><content type='html'>What is xoxo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*. Real Meanings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hugs and Kisses. O's = Hugs, X's = Kisses. You can just put O's if you haven't shared a kiss with the person yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A fairly expensive clothing line for young to middle aged females that mainly specializes in handbags but is not limited to just those; often found in department stores like Macy's and Foley's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. " 'XOXO' has a sale where if you buy a sweater you get a purse for half off". :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*. Pathetic Meanings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Another term for a female vagina (I remember hearing Nelly's song saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I’m slidin’ in past those, fo’ eyes closed, mo’ on Rolls, folk charms rolled With the S-O, S-O, D-E dot F Buyin’ bottles &amp; bottles til there ain’t nothin’ left'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The act of slapping someone's face from right to left with your erect... (Probably just lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To be able to fuck (amen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Adjective describing a white man with a straight-hair afro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A particularly potent type of vibrator that stimulates a girl's g-spot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A device used to smoke weed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-p G mutu, sama sekali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;XXrejectedXX d1nOnly nbdySDsame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113868949299884555?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113868949299884555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113868949299884555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113868949299884555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113868949299884555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/xoxo.html' title='...xoxo...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113868844065516427</id><published>2006-01-31T12:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:20:40.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Anything...</title><content type='html'>These days I can't help but wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I stick to my illusions to carry on&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;I guess that your out of my league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that someday&lt;br /&gt; I could belong to your world&lt;br /&gt;Really wish that someday&lt;br /&gt;You'd just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;You look at me, you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not that cool&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I should just forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you set your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;I turn myself around to see&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes meet mine you'll say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, then you'll look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that someday&lt;br /&gt;I could belong to your world&lt;br /&gt;Really wish that someday&lt;br /&gt;You'd just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;You look at me, you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not that cool&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I should just forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do to get you&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do to get you&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;You look at me, you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not that cool&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I won't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;I Know you'll never feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : &lt;em&gt;Ayooo... Ada yang punya lagu demo "I'd Do Anything" -nya SP ga? Gw dunk punya... :-p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113868844065516427?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113868844065516427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113868844065516427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113868844065516427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113868844065516427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/anything.html' title='...Anything...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113868788620377941</id><published>2006-01-31T12:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:12:37.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!Blindside!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/blindside%20great%20depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/blindside%20great%20depression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/771.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sedikit tentang latar belakang BLINDSIDE, band ini&lt;br /&gt;tergolong sebagai christian hardcore yang terbentuk&lt;br /&gt;dari daerah Stockholm, Swedia di tahun 1994. Di tahun&lt;br /&gt;1997 mereka merilis debut dibawah label christian,&lt;br /&gt;Tooth &amp; Nail Records dan kemudian di tahun 2002 mereka&lt;br /&gt;bergabung dengan major label, Elektra Records untuk&lt;br /&gt;merilis "Silence" di tahun 2002 dan "About A Burning&lt;br /&gt;Fire" di tahun 2004. Dan kemudian di tahun 2005 mereka&lt;br /&gt;berganti label ke DRT Entertainment untuk merilis&lt;br /&gt;album penuh kelima mereka dengan titel "The Great&lt;br /&gt;Depression" di tahun 2005 dan mereka juga melakukan&lt;br /&gt;tur bersama LINKIN PARK serta HOOBASTANK. Album&lt;br /&gt;BLINDSIDE ini dikirim di akhir tahun 2005 oleh label&lt;br /&gt;mereka dengan kover yang bergaya tahun lama dan&lt;br /&gt;musikyang mereka mainkan seperti perpaduan antara&lt;br /&gt;DEFTONES, JIMMY EAT WORLD dan juga MEWITHOUTYOU&lt;br /&gt;dimana beberapa bagian scream dimasukkan ke dalam musik post hardcore&lt;br /&gt;mereka juga elemen elektronik serta unsur jazz yang&lt;br /&gt;langsung mereka tawarkan di lagu pertama (Heartattack)&lt;br /&gt;setelah intro pembuka. Mengenai lirik? Sangat jelas&lt;br /&gt;sebagai satu band christian mereka tentunya banyak&lt;br /&gt;berbicara tentang kehidupan-kehidupan rohani secara&lt;br /&gt;pribadi. Dengar saja track seperti: 'Ask Me Now' dan&lt;br /&gt;juga 'My Alibi'. But wait... mereka juga memberikan&lt;br /&gt;komentar sosial seperti 'We Are The Follow' dan juga&lt;br /&gt;'We're All Going To Die' serta kehidupan di Afrika,&lt;br /&gt;'Yemkela' yang menceritakan tentang anak laki-laki&lt;br /&gt;berumur 10 tahun yang terinfeksi virus HIV. 'Yemkela'&lt;br /&gt;memiliki progress chord yang cukup agresif. Secara&lt;br /&gt;keseluruhan album ini cukup bagus terutama bagi&lt;br /&gt;penggemar post hardcore. Hanya saja sepertinya&lt;br /&gt;BLINDSIDE memoles beberapa bagian dengan pendekatan&lt;br /&gt;unsur mainstream. Bagi saya, track yang paling&lt;br /&gt;membosankan adalah 'When I Remember'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113868788620377941?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113868788620377941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113868788620377941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113868788620377941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113868788620377941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/blindside.html' title='!!!Blindside!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113868680851497923</id><published>2006-01-31T12:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:53:28.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...24 Wajah Billy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Satu Tubuh dengan 24 Kepribadian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kisah Nyata Billy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEPRIBADIAN ganda, hingga kini masih menjadi rahasia terbesar dunia psikiatri. Teori ilmiah yang dicoba dirangkai untuk menjelaskan fenomena ini sering kali berbenturan dengan fakta di luar jangkauan akal sehat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah Sybil, guru taman kanak-kanak dengan 16 kepribadian mengguncang dunia pada era 70-an, tak banyak literatur ilmiah populer yang mengungkap fenomena kepribadian ganda. Tulisan Daniel Keyes yang muncul di era 80-an ini kemudian memberikan banyak pencerahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Wajah Billy telah mengguncang Amerika, bukan hanya di kalangan ilmu jiwa melainkan juga masyarakat awam. Kisah kriminal yang dilakukan pria dengan 24 kepribadian ini serta politisasi proses penyembuhan Billy menjadi nilai tambah yang tidak diperoleh dalam Sybil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah Billy, pemuda sekaligus pemudi, orang dewasa sekaligus anak-anak yang terjebak dalam satu tubuh ini jelas akan memberikan pencerahan buat masyarakat awam maupun ahli ilmu jiwa di negeri ini. Kisah nyata Billy dengan beragam konflik dan penistaan yang dialaminya, diangkat apik oleh Keyes. Sehingga, beberapa adegan kontroversial yang dilakukan Billy tetap dapat disimak tanpa menimbulkan rasa jengah. Pengemasan yang cerdas membuat kalimat yang terurai mudah dipahami namun tetap sarat makna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah Qanita menerjemahkan buku ini dan melemparkannya pada publik pada Juli lalu, bisa saja menjadi sumber inspirasi kalangan ahli maupun penulis ilmiah populer di Indonesia untuk mengangkat fenomena langka ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qanita pernah sukses ketika menerbitkan kisah Torey Hayden, guru asal Amerika Serikat (AS) yang mencuat karena kiprahnya dalam menangani anak-anak berkebutuhan khusus. Tak lama setelah seri Torey Hayden menangguk sukses di Indonesia, Qanita berhasil menggiring seorang ibu berputra anak autisme menerbitkan kisah hidupnya ke khalayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 Alter ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah nyata Billy jelas akan menyedot konsentrasi, karena lompatan 24 nama tokoh alter ego bisa timbul tiba-tiba, kapan pun, di mana pun. Namun, lebih jauh dari itu, kisah Billy sang psikotis yang piawai melukis ini telah menyeret realitas kehidupan sosial negara adidaya dengan segala implikasinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy lahir dan dibesarkan dalam keluarga submarginal yang terseok-seok bertahan dalam tekanan ekonomi dan liberalisme budaya. Keadaan makin buruk bagi Billy ketika ia menjadi korban perilaku seksual menyimpang saat usianya masih sangat belia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarik ulur politis yang kerap menghambat penyembuhan Billy kian menguatkan kenyataan bahwa sesempurna apa pun sistem yang diterapkan negara adidaya tersebut, hak kaum jelata tetap kerap terpinggirkan. American dream ternyata tak seindah opini yang kerap dilontarkan publik AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyatanya, penyimpangan terjadi di mana-mana, pertanyaan besar tentang eksistensi manusia dan humanisasi merajalela. Billy, mungkin menjadi simbol betapa jargon-jargon kejayaan AS tak mampu menutupi masalah psikososial yang dihadapi masyarakatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misteri yang tak terjawab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendati sejak awal diproklamasikan sebagai buku ilmiah populer, pertanyaan besar justru luput dijawab Keyes. Misteri penyebab munculnya 24 kepribadian dalam satu tubuh tak sedikit pun diungkap buku ini. Kendati secara teoretis masih terdapat pertentangan antar para ahli, semestinya perkembangan terkini teori kepribadian ganda idealnya tetap dinukil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catatan lainnya, 24 wajah Billy juga menyiratkan kondisi bahwa perkembangan pemahaman kesehatan jiwa, ternyata tak berbanding lurus dengan perkembangan ilmu dan teknologi kedokteran fisik. Kenyataan itu ternyata tak hanya terjadi di negara-negara berkembang termasuk Indonesia, namun juga di masyarakat modern AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangguan jiwa kerap disepelekan, tak diwaspadai secara dini. Akibatnya, kerusakan telanjur menjadi kronis dan sulit disembuhkan. Dampaknya, bukan hanya si penderita yang mengalami penderitaan karena sulit beradaptasi di lingkungan sosial, masyarakat di sekitarnya juga terancam terkena dampaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penderita gangguan perilaku seksual yang tak segera ditangani berpotensi berubah menjadi pelaku kejahatan. Korban mereka pun di masa datang bukannya tak mungkin akan berubah menjadi mimpi buruk bagi komunitasnya. Lingkaran mengerikan yang jelas tak mudah ditangani itu turut mewarnai kisah Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiadaan penjelasan tentang munculnya alter ego dari dua jenis kelamin berbeda dengan rentang usia yang sangat beragam membuat pembaca merasa tak tuntas. Bagi mereka yang masih penasaran, menjelajahi perpustakaan dan browsing di internet untuk menjawab pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang masih menggantung menjadi solusi utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan paling mendasar bagi pembaca awam adalah pemicu munculnya lebih dari satu alter ego pada satu tubuh manusia. Pertanyaan berikutnya, bagaimana proses pemulihan yang harus dilalui bagi yang memiliki kepribadian ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misteri selanjutnya adalah pertanyaan apakah orang yang berkepribadian ganda tetap dapat hidup normal dan bersosialisasi dengan wajar di lingkungan publik. Apakah penyatuan kepribadian-kepribadian unik itu menjadi solusi satu-satunya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Wajah Billy memang tak secara tuntas menjawab pertanyaan-pertanyaan itu. Keyes mungkin sengaja memancing perhatian publik terhadap fenomena kepribadian ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanggapan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku yang diklaim penerbitnya laku keras ini dikomentari positif oleh penulis Sybil, Flora Rheta Schreiber. "Benar-benar membuat shock," ujar Schreiber.Sementara itu, Sarlito W Sarwono, psikolog yang juga penerjemah Sybil menyatakan buku 24 Wajah Billy merupakan kisah nyata yang sangat memikat. "Bermanfaat bagi para profesional maupun awam," kata Sarlito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di negeri asalnya, buku ini sukses meraih nominasi Edgar Ward dalam kategori kisah nyata kriminal terbaik. Ajang ini diselenggarakan oleh asosiasi penulis misteri AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikut adalah beberapa kepribadian yang menghuni sosok Billy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara lain, Philip, penjahat kelas teri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, otak sebuah perampokan toko obat. April, wanita dengan satu ambisi membunuh ayah tiri Billy. Adalana, lesbian kesepian dan haus cinta, ia memakai tubuh Billy dalam pemerkosaan yang menyebabkan Billy ditangkap. David, anak lelaki 8 tahun, si penanggung rasa nyeri. Ragen, berbahasa Serbo-Kroasia, dan sang guru Billy sendiri digambarkan sebagai lelaki muda yang tersiksa, amnesia, dan kerap menemukan dunianya terpecah-belah dan menakutkan. Billy tak memiliki kendali atas tindakan pribadi-pribadi lain yang bersemayam dalam dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Milligan ditangkap dan dijebloskan ke penjara karena penculikan dan pemerkosaan tiga wanita di kampus Ohio State University. Namun kemudian, atas dasar alasan kegilaan, pengadilan membebaskannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meragukan kisah Billy dan menganggap fenomena kepribadian ganda hanya isapan jempol dan akting sempurna seorang penipu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketsa lukisan yang disisipkan dalam 24 Wajah Billy membuktikan kisah ini direka dari fakta nyata. Beragam lukisan dengan pulasan yang eksotis dilukis mencerminkan eksistensi tiap kepribadian Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat penikmat seni lukis, pasti akan tergoda memiliki salah satu lukisan fenomenal itu. Bagi kaum awam, coretan tangan Billy menggugah inspirasi dan menggoda angan untuk membayangkan betapa misteriusnya sosok Billy dengan 24 karakter yang berbeda satu sama lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penulis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Keyes lahir di New York. Meraih gelar sarjananya dari Brooklyn College. Novel pertamanya, Flowers for Algernon (difilmkan dengan judul CHARLY) memenangi sejumlah penghargaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisannya dalam buku itu menjadi bahan kajian di berbagai sekolah menengah umum dan sekolah setingkat akademi di seluruh AS. Keyes dan istri serta dua orang putrinya yang sudah dewasa kini tinggal di Florida.Dalam situs pribadinya, www.astraeasweb.net terungkap bahwa kisah hidup Billy Milligan akan diangkat ke dalam layar lebar. Sejumlah aktor Hollywood papan atas disebut-sebut menjadi kandidat pemeran Billy. Nama Leonardo DiCaprio menjadi salah satu aktor yang berpeluang besar memainkan tokoh Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga kini, kabar terakhir dari Billy Milligan nyaris tak terdeteksi. Billy terakhir kali memberikan pernyataan pada publik melalui situs tersebut dengan mengkritik keras sistem perawatan di sejumlah institusi kesehatan jiwa milik pemerintah AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia tak menyebutkan apakah kepribadian-kepribadian dalam dirinya telah menyatu. Namun, dalam babak-babak terakhir tulisan Keyes terungkap bahwa Billy masih berjuang keras meraih dan menyatukan potongan-potongan jiwanya dengan terapi psikiatris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy juga mengkritik keras sikap psikiatris di negerinya yang tak pernah tuntas menyelesaikan masalah kepribadian ganda. Puluhan hingga ratusan pasien kepribadian ganda malah menjadi komoditas penangguk keuntungan. Rumah sakit dan dokter dianggapnya membebankan biaya perawatan yang tak wajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarahan Billy yang terungkap dalam kritik pedasnya pada institusi birokrasi dan rumah sakit mencerminkan dendam seorang pengidap kelainan jiwa yang harus melalui proses penyembuhan yang panjang namun tak kunjung sembuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sistem yang ada di negeri ini harus diubah total. Seorang penderita penyakit jiwa akan makin kronis dengan sistem ini. Mereka jadi objek dari sebuah kejahatan ekonomi yang kejam. Negara ini juga mampu membuat seorang yang sehat menjadi sakit dengan sistemnya yang tak waras," tegas Billy, entah kepribadian siapa yang muncul saat Billy menegaskan sikapnya tersebut. Atau, itu adalah pernyataan Billy yang telah utuh? (Zat/P-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.b. : Resensi buku oleh Akhmad Dody. (&lt;a href="http://www.mail-archive.com/himasad@yahoogroups.com/msg00141.html"&gt;http://www.mail-archive.com/himasad@yahoogroups.com/msg00141.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113868680851497923?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113868680851497923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113868680851497923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113868680851497923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113868680851497923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/24-wajah-billy.html' title='...24 Wajah Billy...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113860333116948463</id><published>2006-01-30T13:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:42:11.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...I Don't Wanna Know...</title><content type='html'>oenpYour eyes were covered in sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;When they first met mine&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and stared at you&lt;br /&gt;You didn't seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;The awkward ways we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First comes heavy breathing&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cared how i dressed before&lt;br /&gt;But i cared that night&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation ran through my bones&lt;br /&gt;And my clothes never fit right&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 'til we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First comes heavy breathing&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Framed pictures start to be put on the walls&lt;br /&gt;Constant visits while im out on the road&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to leave sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But you know where i lay my head at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First comes heavy breathing&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113860333116948463?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113860333116948463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113860333116948463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113860333116948463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113860333116948463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-wanna-know.html' title='...I Don&apos;t Wanna Know...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113860262168951141</id><published>2006-01-30T12:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:37:27.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Uhhh... Saya ga tau apa yang harus saya tulis disini. Everything seems like a blur to me. So unclear... But I have to admit one thing, I FUCKIN' HATE UNCLEARNESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... Kenapa ini semua harus terjadi dengan saya? Kenapa semua hal yang ada di masa lalu saya datang kembali pada saya? Kenapa saya ada di dunia ini...? Kenapa saya harus hidup... Dan semua 'kenapa-kenapa' yang lain... Semua pertanyaan-pertanyaan aneh itu kali ini selalu terngiang-ternguang dalam kepala saya. Did I do something wrong...? Probably yes. If I'm not, I wouldn't be in this deep shit... Pardon me if I use that word... I just dunno what other word to write to express my feeling right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan yang aneh... Perasaan yang dulu datang setiap saat saya merasa sendiri di dunia ini. Ditinggalin cewe? Yeap. Ditinggalin temen? Yeap. Masa lalu saya yang bahkan saya gak ingin untuk mengingat-ingatnya kembali, kini datang untuk kembali lagi kepada saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini saya gak tau mau berbuat apa lagi... Saya dah capek dengan semua ini. Kenapa semua gak&lt;br /&gt;bisa berjalan dengan lancar saja sama seperti yang lain? Ahhh... Mungkin dah takdir saya yang demikian, ya? Takdir untuk menjadi seorang 'loser'... Ahhh FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya gak tau harus nulis apa lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saya belum siap untuk bikin komitmen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja saya yang salah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... Tulisan yang ga jelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se-gak jelas perasaan saya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I couldn't feel... Just numb thing in my heart, that's what I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nfp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*mungkin saya g bisa jadi yang terbaik buat kamu, tapi paling ngga kasih saya kejelasan...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113860262168951141?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113860262168951141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113860262168951141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;We said as long as we would stick together&lt;br /&gt;We'd be alright&lt;br /&gt;We'd be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;And you broke me down&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me&lt;br /&gt;That best friends can not be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, the good times we had&lt;br /&gt;You can have them back&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it always has to hurt&lt;br /&gt;For every lesson that you have to learn&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget what you did to me&lt;br /&gt;How you showed me things&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;And you broke me down&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me&lt;br /&gt;That best friends can not be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship the good times we had&lt;br /&gt;You can have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tables turn again&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember me my friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll be wishing I was there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one you'll miss the most&lt;br /&gt;But you'll only find my ghost&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;You'll wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me&lt;br /&gt;That best friends can not be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship and good times we had&lt;br /&gt;You can have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you&lt;br /&gt;For lying to me&lt;br /&gt;So thank you&lt;br /&gt;For all the times you let me down&lt;br /&gt;So thank you&lt;br /&gt;For lying to me&lt;br /&gt;So thank you&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship&lt;br /&gt;You can have it back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113853909846074535?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113844945293895072</id><published>2006-01-28T18:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:57:35.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Take This Pain...</title><content type='html'>I never know what's wrong with you&lt;br /&gt;nor with me, &lt;br /&gt;but, we used to be very good friends&lt;br /&gt;back then,&lt;br /&gt;We used to talk, chat and have fun together&lt;br /&gt;in old time.&lt;br /&gt;[Something's strange]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we walk far away from home?&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and we felt the same pain together?&lt;br /&gt;Great memories.&lt;br /&gt;Just think back what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;It was me who never be a good friends.&lt;br /&gt;[Just shot me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can hit me (right in front of my face!)&lt;br /&gt;You can spit me (right in front of my face!)&lt;br /&gt;You can kill me (deep down in this heart!)&lt;br /&gt;If it can wash away your wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;So sorry&lt;br /&gt;So sorry&lt;br /&gt;Take this Apologize!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113844945293895072?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113844945293895072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113844945293895072' title='0 Comments'/><link 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bottled up, we get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;Then I fall, then I fall down.&lt;br /&gt;Then we fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;A pocket full of posies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second chance, a much better day.&lt;br /&gt;A sunset that just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;Then I fall, then I fall down.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;A pocket full of posies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know you said you'd never end up this way.&lt;br /&gt;Close the door behind you, i just wanna stay for a while.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down, we all fall down, we all fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's looking up, its looking up, its looking up, its looking up, its looking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113809821479799714?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113809821479799714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113809821479799714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113809821479799714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113809821479799714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/ridiculous.html' title='...Ridiculous...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113791301371419615</id><published>2006-01-22T13:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:56:53.803+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!What Would Jesus Do!!!</title><content type='html'>Think this for a moment&lt;br /&gt;David is a problematic kid&lt;br /&gt;He always makes riots everywhere&lt;br /&gt;He just wants to get some respect&lt;br /&gt;Whom he never got on his home&lt;br /&gt;But in his deep heart&lt;br /&gt;He's hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What would Jesus do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think this for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Sarah left her virginity&lt;br /&gt;to someone whom she loved&lt;br /&gt;Now she's pregnant&lt;br /&gt;And her baby had no father&lt;br /&gt;She cries all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What would JESUS do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there's no greater love&lt;br /&gt;Than a man who laid down his life&lt;br /&gt;to his friends&lt;br /&gt;And there's no greater love&lt;br /&gt;Than a man who loveth us&lt;br /&gt;so deep and unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : Another song made by me!! Ayoo... bantu saya memainkannya! :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113791301371419615?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113791301371419615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113791301371419615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113791301371419615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113791301371419615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-would-jesus-do.html' title='!!!What Would Jesus Do!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113791247317396127</id><published>2006-01-19T13:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:47:53.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Who Was I Before... :-)</title><content type='html'>Uahhh... Cukup lama juga yah, saya tidak menulis lagi di blog ini. Kalau dihitung-hitung sudah ada satu bulan yah? :-) Saya bukannya malas untuk menulis, hanya saja kehidupan saya akhir-akhir ini sudah mulai berubah, entah kenapa. Saya tidak lagi merasakan kesedihan, kesendirian, dan yang paling penting, bersemangat untuk melanjutkan kehidupan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, seperti yang telah anda ketahui, pada post-post awal saya saya selalu menuliskan tentang kesendirian, amarah, kebencian, dan niat untuk mengakhiri hidup. Awalnya saya berpikir untuk apa saya hidup di dunia ini kalau hanya untuk menambah-nambah masalah. Hidup ini sudah merupakan masalah, tidak perlu lagi ditambah dengan 'masalah', yaitu saya ini. Ahhh... Masa-masa yang kelam. Akhirnya saya mulai berpikir untuk mengakhiri kehidupan saya... Saya sebenarnya sudah capek dengan dunia ini. Dengan segala macam kebohongan dan perbuatan-perbuatan mereka terhadap saya. Saya tidak bisa melihat sisi indah dari dunia. Yang saya lihat hanyalah warna hitam-putih dengan sedikit warna kelabu... Tidak ada bedanya dengan TV hitam putih milik kakek saya. Sungguh palsu, dan tidak berwarna. Pada saat itu saya juga berpikir, untuk apa saya melanjutkan kehidupan saya, toh dunia ini akan terus berlanjut tanpa kehadiran saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga mulai berpikir, apakah ada yang salah dalam diri saya? Apakah saya berbeda dengan mereka? Apakah saya ini di mata mereka? Untuk itulah saya lalu mencoba mencari jati diri saya yang sebenarnya. Sempat saya putus asa dan mulai berpikir untuk bunuh diri... Hahhahah... Ironis sekali bukan? Di dunia yang ramai ini saya merasa kesepian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak pernah mempunyai satupun seseorang yang mengakui keberadaan saya. Mereka tidak perduli dengan saya, dan untuk apa saya perduli dengan mereka? Mereka terlalu egois. Mereka tidak bisa menerima perbedaan. Dan karena saya ini berbeda mereka tidak bisa menerima saya. Saya pesimis? Mungkin. Tetapi dari apa yang saya alami membuat tekad saya bulat. Saya tidak bisa mempercayai mereka. Mereka tidak lebih dari sekumpulan sampah yang hanya bisa menerima sesuatu yang 'sama'. Tidak bisa melihat perbedaan seseorang. Mereka tidak pernah bisa melihat sesuatu dari sisi yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah mereka jika orang yang kelihatannya sangat tegar justru orang tersebut adalah orang yang paling lemah? Lemah dalam artian hati yang kalut dan pikiran yang muak, sehingga membutuhkan sesuatu atau seseorang yang bisa mengerti mereka. Ahhh... Pikiran saya sudah terlalu jauh. Yang pasti semua tulisan diatas adalah sesuatu yang terlintas di pikiran saya 3-4 tahun yang lalu. Di saat-saat saya sangat 'jatuh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini saya mulai pelan-pelan menyadari kalau kita adalah makhluk sosial. Kita tidak bisa selamanya menjadi makhluk individual. Sangatlah berat kehidupan anda jika anda hanya bergantung pada anda sendiri dan tidak membutuhkan orang lain. Percayalah. Dan kunci dari semua itu adalah... Belajarlah untuk menerima perbedaan orang lain, dan belajarlah untuk mempercayai orang lain. Percayalah, it's worked! Itu semua akan menjadikan anda pribadi yang terbuka, dan itu akan membuat anda menemukan paling tidak seseorang yang bisa mengakui keberadaan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika anda adalah orang yang putus harapan, muak dengan diri anda, dan berniat untuk mengakhiri hidup anda dan kebetulan membaca post saya kali ini, percayalah, anda tidak sendirian. Masih banyak orang yang bahkan bergantung pada selang infus untuk tetap hidup. Mereka ingin hidup. Lihatlah dunia ini dari sisi yang lain. Orang-orangnya, pribadinya, tingkah lakunya... Anda akan tersenyum mana kala anda mulai bisa membuka diri anda terhadap orang lain. Percayalah, orang itu akan mulai mengakui anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin post saya kali ini sangatlah tidak bermutu. Bahkan cenderung bisa dikatakan 'useless'.. :-) Tapi ini hanyalah sharing saya. Saya mencoba untuk menjadi manusia baru, dan untuk saat ini lumayan berhasil. Pokoknya ingat satu hal: 'Terbukalah terhadap segala macam perbedaan-perbedaan' dan 'Mulailah untuk mempercayai orang lain'. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113791247317396127?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113791247317396127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113791247317396127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113791247317396127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113791247317396127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-was-i-before.html' title='...Who Was I Before... :-)'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113733798499933041</id><published>2006-01-15T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:13:05.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'>... Kamarku yang kucinta ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/Gtr%20Washburn%20ku....0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/Gtr%20Washburn%20ku....0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nahhhh... Kalo ini gitar-nya si Tom DeLonge... (ngakunya..) Huehuehuehh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/Ampli%20efek-ku....0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/Ampli%20efek-ku....0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ampli Washburn BD-01 sama Efek Korg AX-01 saya yang paling saya banggakan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/Tempat%20dmn%20sy%20bljr...1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/Tempat%20dmn%20sy%20bljr...1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...Nahhh... Gini d tempat saya belajar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/Tmpt_Smph...0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/Tmpt_Smph...0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saya tidurnya disini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/1600/A%20view%20of%20heaven....0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/320/A%20view%20of%20heaven....0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Pemandangan kamar saya...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113733798499933041?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113733798499933041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113733798499933041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113733798499933041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113733798499933041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/kamarku-yang-kucinta.html' title='... Kamarku yang kucinta ...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113722481840568134</id><published>2006-01-14T14:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:46:58.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Women...</title><content type='html'>Seorang anak laki-laki kecil bertanya kepada&lt;br /&gt;ibunya, "Mengapa engkau menangis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Karena aku seorang wanita", kata sang ibu kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tidak mengerti", kata anak itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibunya hanya memeluknya dan berkata, "Dan kau tak&lt;br /&gt;akan pernah mengerti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian anak laki-laki itu bertanya kepada&lt;br /&gt;ayahnya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapa ibu suka menangis tanpa alasan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semua wanita menangis tanpa alasan", hanya itu&lt;br /&gt;yang dapat dikatakan oleh ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak laki-laki kecil itu pun lalu tumbuh menjadi&lt;br /&gt;seorang laki-laki dewasa, tetap ingin tahu mengapa&lt;br /&gt;wanita menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya ia menghubungi Tuhan, dan ia bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;"Tuhan, mengapa wanita begitu mudah menangis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan berkata: "Ketika Aku menciptakan seorang&lt;br /&gt;wanita, ia diharuskan untuk menjadi seorang yang&lt;br /&gt;istimewa. Aku membuat bahunya cukup kuat untuk&lt;br /&gt;menopang dunia. Namun, harus cukup lembut untuk&lt;br /&gt;memberikan kenyamanan "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberikannya kekuatan dari dalam untuk mampu&lt;br /&gt;melahirkan anak dan menerima penolakan yang&lt;br /&gt;seringkali datang dari anak-anaknya "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberinya kekerasan untuk membuatnya tetap&lt;br /&gt;tegar ketika orang-orang lain menyerah, dan&lt;br /&gt;mengasuh keluarganya dengan penderitaan dan&lt;br /&gt;kelelahan tanpa mengeluh "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberinya kepekaan untuk mencintai&lt;br /&gt;anak-anaknya dalam setiap keadaan, bahkan ketika&lt;br /&gt;anaknya bersikap sangat menyakiti hatinya "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberinya kekuatan untuk mendukung suaminya&lt;br /&gt;dalam kegagalannya dan melengkapi dengan tulang&lt;br /&gt;rusuk suaminya untuk melindungi hatinya "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberinya kebijaksanaan untuk mengetahui&lt;br /&gt;bahwa seorang suami yang baik takkan pernah&lt;br /&gt;menyakiti isterinya, tetapi kadang menguji&lt;br /&gt;kekuatannya dan ketetapan hatinya untuk berada&lt;br /&gt;disisi suaminya tanpa ragu "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan akhirnya, Aku memberinya air mata untuk&lt;br /&gt;diteteskan. Ini adalah khusus miliknya untuk&lt;br /&gt;digunakan kapan pun ia butuhkan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecantikan seorang wanita bukanlah dari pakaian&lt;br /&gt;yang dikenakannya, sosok yang ia tampilkan, atau&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana ia menyisir rambutnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kecantikan seorang wanita harus dilihat dari&lt;br /&gt;matanya, karena itulah pintu hatinya - tempat&lt;br /&gt;dimana cinta itu ada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113722481840568134?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113722481840568134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113722481840568134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113722481840568134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113722481840568134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/women.html' title='...Women...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113714675640152055</id><published>2006-01-13T16:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:05:56.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...When You Met Your Father...</title><content type='html'>When You Met Your Father&lt;br /&gt;(From Blink-182 song's - When You Fucked Grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you met your father did you tell him that you loved him?&lt;br /&gt;and thank him for his love and for all his meaningful taught?&lt;br /&gt;He ask you to comeback into the right way of the life&lt;br /&gt;But you said no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem like a total asshole&lt;br /&gt;I am a total fucking asshole&lt;br /&gt;Who would stick my crazy thought in their ass?&lt;br /&gt;My dad doesn't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : Another remake done by me!! Sing it along, it's damn catchy, man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113714675640152055?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113714675640152055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113714675640152055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113714675640152055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113714675640152055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-you-met-your-father.html' title='...When You Met Your Father...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113686872097740428</id><published>2006-01-10T11:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:52:01.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...This Song's About You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This song's about you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;This song's about the thing&lt;br /&gt;you do that drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;This songs about the things that you do to get to me&lt;br /&gt;So I point my finger look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Understanding all too well why&lt;br /&gt;I know you're weakness&lt;br /&gt;I can notice your reaction I felt it building up&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just let it go feel it slip away&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just let it go&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps. : Aahhh... nfp... Just watch and listen to them!!! 28 Days RAWK!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113686872097740428?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113686872097740428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113686872097740428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113686872097740428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113686872097740428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-songs-about-you.html' title='...This Song&apos;s About You...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113686782725575369</id><published>2006-01-10T11:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:37:07.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Just The Girl...</title><content type='html'>She's cold and she's cruel&lt;br /&gt;But she knows what she's doin'&lt;br /&gt;She pushed me in the pool&lt;br /&gt;At our last school reunion&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I dream about her laughter&lt;br /&gt;Strange as it seems&lt;br /&gt;She's the one I'm after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;For more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;She runs on 100 proof attitude power&lt;br /&gt;And the more she ignores me&lt;br /&gt;The more I adore her&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she sees it's me&lt;br /&gt;On her caller ID&lt;br /&gt;She won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;She'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;But I can't give up just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cause every word she's ever said&lt;br /&gt;Is still ringin' in my head&lt;br /&gt;Still ringin' in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cold and she's cruel&lt;br /&gt;But she knows what she's doin'&lt;br /&gt;Knows just what to say&lt;br /&gt;So my whole day is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : You're The Girl That I'm Lookin' For, dude! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113686782725575369?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113686782725575369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113686782725575369' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113686782725575369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113686782725575369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-girl.html' title='...Just The Girl...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113654571367045830</id><published>2006-01-06T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:08:33.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!! 28 Days !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our very honorable band of the week is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1299/1834/400/28days_banner_1105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOOOOO... FUCKIN' KEWL, MAN!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;...nfp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yang pasti mereka keren abissss!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113654571367045830?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113654571367045830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113654571367045830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113654571367045830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113654571367045830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/28-days.html' title='!!! 28 Days !!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113610637546871229</id><published>2006-01-01T15:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:39:15.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!New Year Wishlist!!!</title><content type='html'>Aahhh... Year 2005 soon will be left, and 2006 is as near as it's in our eyes, guys!! So I decided to reflect what I've done on this year, and I made the wishlist for what I'm gonna do on the next year. Here's some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*** 1st Priority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. BELAJAR EXTRA KERASSSS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeaahh... Tau sendiri kan, nilai-nilai saya di semester satu bener2 ancur! jadi paling nggak saya harus memperbaikinya di semester ini... Ummhhh... bukan hanya memperbaiki kali, yah... Target saya cuman satu: LULUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. MASUK UGM (Universitas nGgarai Mlarat...)!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mmm... Ini mungkin follow up dari target saya pada poin pertama. Mungkin target saya kali ini agak sedikit tidak realistis mengingat nilai-nilai saya yang, bisa dikatakan, gak meyakinkan untuk bisa masuk ke universitas sekelas UGM. Tapi, yahhh... Saya harus memperjuangkan apa yang saya anggap benar, bukan? Tidak realistis bukan berarti mustahil untuk dilakukan, iya gak? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. BACK TO MY HEAVENLY FATHER, LORD JC!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yah, sudah 3 tahun ini kehidupan kerohanian saya sama JC bisa dikatakan murtad. Saya cuman datang ke gereja 3 bulan sekali untuk ikut perjamuan kudus, selebihnya paling pol cuman dateng ke persekutuan. Itu aja datengnya cuman mo ngumpul ma temen-temen. Pokoknya ga menghargai JC banget, deh! Tapi gak untuk tahun ini. Saya sudah mulai mencoba untuk SaTe selama beberapa bulan ini, dan guess what, It works, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. MENJADI MANUSIA BARU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Saya gak ingin menjadi diri saya yang tahun-tahun lalu. Saya ingin menjadi manusia baru, yang bisa menghargai seseorang dan (hopefully) seseorang tersebut bisa menghargai saya. Saya juga ingin mencoba untuk menjadi manusia yang bisa menerima kekurangan orang lain, dan tidak menutup diri dari kehidupan di luar sana. Yah, seperti kata iklannya Clear Metamorphoself... MENJADI DIRI SENDIRI ITU BUTUH NYALI!!! Kayaknya kehidupan-kehidupan saya selama ini 'bukan gue banget', deh! Saya selama ini hanya mencoba untuk menjadi orang lain, bukan untuk menjadi diri saya sendiri. I HAVE TO FORCE MYSELF TO EXPRESS MY REAL ME. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. ...MAKE MY PARENTS PROUD OF ME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ummmhhh... Yah, saya tahu, dalam 3 tahun ini orang tua saya bener-bener gak bisa bangga terhadap diri saya. Sudah berkali-kali orang tua saya dipanggil ke sekolah, belum lagi dengan masalah pergaulan saya di luar sana. Ummmhhh... Kacau de, pokoknya! Jadi, di tahun anjing api kali ini saya dah berkomitmen: Hey, Mom, Dad, YOU'LL BE PROUD OF YOUR ONLY SON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** 2nd Priority&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. GANTI GITAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yah, emang sih, gitar saya masih layak pakai, dan itu adalah gitar listrik pertama saya, which is, I'm very proud of it. Tapi... Yah... Gimana yah, perkembangan jaman emang susah ditebak dan kebutuhan akan peralatan yang memadai bagi gitaris profesional seperti saya (hoeekkk...) membuat saya memutuskan untuk mengganti gitar saya. Jadi, di tahun 2006 nanti gak ada lagi yang namanya gitar Washburn biru kelam... Yang ada hanyalah gitar Fender Stratocaster TDS!!! Hehehehehh... Yah, resolusinya paling gak saya harus nabung sedikit demi sedikit... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. ...Ummhhh... (Berat saya nulisnya...) ...BERHENTI MEROKOK...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yah, paling ngga dikurangin lah, sedikit demi sedikit. Saya pikir-pikir sayang juga uangnya buat dibakar-bakar. Mending buat nraktir temen, iya gak? :-) Hehehehh... Gak juga seh. Rencanya saya cuman ngerokok 1 hari satu batang... Trus 3 hari satu batang, dan seminggu satu batang! Mmmhhh... Susah sih, cuman kan bukan berarti gak mungkin untuk dilakukan, iya gak? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. BIKIN PIERCING 9 MILI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Rekor saya sebelumnya seh 6 mili. Tahun ini saya gak main-main, kalau dah lulus nanti saya bakal bolongin kuping saya sebesar 9 mili!!! Segitu gedenya hingga Bu Lies-pun bisa masuk dengan mudah!!! (Uuhhh... Hiperbola banget gak sehh??? :-) Huehuehuehehh... Eh, tapi ini serius, loh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. DUA LABRET PIERCING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Di tahun depan saya bakal ngebolongin bibir saya di bagian tengah ma pinggir. Nindiknya-pun gak lagi di Malang Plaza, tapi (Insya Allah...) di Ish-Kabible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. NGEBENTUK BAND PUNK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sebenarnya seh, ini rencana jangka panjang saya. Rencananya saya pengen bentuk band punk dengan format 3 orang dan bisa ngetop sampe seluruh penjuru dunia!!! Sekarang tinggal nyari personel-personelnya ajah. Mmmm... Jika ada yang berminat dengan lagu-lagu Blink-182 ato Bowling For Soup, kita bikin band yuk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. GANTI KOMPI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Duh, kompi saya dah jadul banget neehhh... Dah bau tanah... Sudah saatnya diganti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. BELI IPOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ini penting juga. Emang enak cuma dengerin lagu dari mp3 player kecil yang cuman muat 128 mb???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. KETEMU SAMA TOM DELONGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Uhhh... Gak mungkin kali yah? Kenapa engga? Orang Tuhan Yesus aja bisa merubah air jadi anggur, kenapa saya gak bisa ketemu ma Tom Delonge??? Kenapa Coba??? (Set... Gak nyambung!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. DAPET KASET-KASET BAND YANG GAK BAKAL BISA SAYA DAPETIN DI INDONESIA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kaset-kaset/CD-CD macam Dead Poetic, Hawk Nelson, FM Static, ato Coheed And Cambria!!! Harus punya! Jangan ngaku anak emo kalo blom punya kaset-kaset mereka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Ini neh yang penting... BUNUH TRIJAKA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mmmhhh... Lulusan masih 6 bulan lagi yahh... Uuhhh... Saya dah siap samurai, pentungan ma AK-47 neh... Sekarang tinggal gimana kita susun rencana ajah. Gimana temen-temen??? SETUJUUUU...??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** TOP MOST PRIORITY ***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mengapa saya letakkan di bagian yang paling akhir? Gak papa, biar dramatis ajahh... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mmmmm... FIND MY SOULMATE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yah, gw juga laki-laki, bo! Emang enak ngejomblo 3 tahun?? Yah, paling engga itu adalah target saya yang paling utama. Obsesi? Bisa jadi. Tapi kita semua harus mempunyai obsesi untuk mencapai suatu tujuan biar apa yang kita targetkan gak meleset jauh. Tapi kalau dah yang namanya PH, kita gak boleh berobsesi tanpa ditambah dengan yang namanya rasa CINTA. Yahh... Intinya saya berobsesi untuk menemukan cinta saya. Dan saya juga berharap dia bisa mencintai saya, sama seperti saya mencintai dia... Tapi menurut saya kata yang paling tepat lebih dari sekedar cinta adalah... 'SAYANG'. Susah? Mungkin juga. Tetapi paling enggak saya harus memperjuangkan apa yang saya anggap benar, iya gak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmhhh... Last but not least, I wanna say thanks to someone, wherever you are... You thaught me how to love. You thaught me how to share each other. You thaught me how to act like a true lovers... At least for me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mmmmhhh... WELCOME 2006!!! HOPE IT'D BE MY GREATEST YEAR ON MY WHOLE LIFE!!!&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/18678822-113610637546871229?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113610637546871229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113610637546871229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113610637546871229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113610637546871229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-wishlist.html' title='!!!New Year Wishlist!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113610525092075834</id><published>2006-01-01T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:47:31.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Never There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;xxrejectedxx&gt; Ummhhh... Masih ingat dengan lagu yang saya tulis satu bulan yang lalu? Well, akhirnya liriknya selesai saya tulis!! Sekarang tinggal cari yang maen ajahh... Cuman saya masih kesulitan cari melody lagunya. Maunya sih saya buat yang mirip-mirip sama Funeral For A Friends gitu, tapi ga tau lagi deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my words that came from my mouth are lies&lt;br /&gt;Been grown up to this place, what lies beneath?&lt;br /&gt;So I'm diggin' my own crypt&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for my bodies and it's never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' my very own skull&lt;br /&gt;and you're the one who pulled me down&lt;br /&gt;back to the hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm cryin' out to God and He's never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm lookin' for the light&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' up for the skies&lt;br /&gt;Yellin' out for the sun&lt;br /&gt;And it's never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You're never there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' my very own skull&lt;br /&gt;and you're the one who pulled me down&lt;br /&gt;back to the hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm cryin' out to God and He's never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You're never there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You're never there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm lookin' for the light&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' up to the skies&lt;br /&gt;Yellin' out to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And it's never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm lookin' for the light&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' up to the skies&lt;br /&gt;Yellin' out to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And it's never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away...&lt;br /&gt;Run away...&lt;br /&gt;I wished I never there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm lookin' for the light&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' up to the skies&lt;br /&gt;Yellin' out to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And it's never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm lookin' for the light&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' up to the skies&lt;br /&gt;Yellin' out to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And it's never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You're never there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You're never there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You're never there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113610525092075834?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113610525092075834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113610525092075834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113610525092075834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113610525092075834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2006/01/never-there.html' title='...Never There...'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678822.post-113579167212056994</id><published>2005-12-29T00:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:50:20.350+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!I DON'T WANNA GROW UP!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is who I am&lt;br /&gt;and this is what I like&lt;br /&gt;GC, Sum and Blink and Mxpx rocking my room&lt;br /&gt;if your looking for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at the show&lt;br /&gt;I could never find a better place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I die I promise I won't change&lt;br /&gt;so you better give up&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna change&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna change&lt;br /&gt;so you better give up&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to stay up late&lt;br /&gt;spend hours on the phone&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;and never being at home&lt;br /&gt;I'm impolite and I make fun of everyone&lt;br /&gt;I'm immature but I will stay this way forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I die I promise I won't change&lt;br /&gt;so you better give up&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna change&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna change&lt;br /&gt;so you better give up&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up (grow up, grow up)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up (grow up, grow up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna change&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna change&lt;br /&gt;so you better give up&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna change&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told to grow up&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to change&lt;br /&gt;So you better give up&lt;br /&gt;No I don't want to change&lt;br /&gt;So you better give up&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. : Listen, mom, dad, no matter what you told me about my attitude and my future... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I JUST DON'T WANNA GROW UP!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Being mature is just as sucks as shitty llama's ass does... So if you guys accidentally read this, (hopefully not... :-), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE STOP TALKIN' ABOUT SOMETHING THAT DIDN'T EVEN CAME TO MY HEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Right now I'm as happy as Jesus did... Yeaaahhh... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JESUS OF SUBURBIA RAWKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if y'all have to read this, pal. As you know, these day are just like hell to me. There's no day without some lecture from my dad. And guess what, it really-really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; pisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me off!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18678822-113579167212056994?l=xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/feeds/113579167212056994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18678822&amp;postID=113579167212056994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113579167212056994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18678822/posts/default/113579167212056994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxrejectedxx.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-wanna-grow-up.html' title='!!!!!!I DON&apos;T WANNA GROW UP!!!!!!'/><author><name>xxrejectedxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11838362662627852858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/2804/16654351051525l3tn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
