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She’s sometimes grumpy but, seriously, this girl is different.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;This girl never leaves when the rest is gone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;This girl took a good care of me (and Ines) in Bali.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Tho we barely knew each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’m really sad to know that it’s weeks away til her move to the states.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I just want her to know,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Tho we take different path, in life, there’s always one point where people from the past gather around to look back all the fun and shit left behind. And to tell how much each other has grown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;(TRUE) Friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Are more costly than gold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Are harder to find than money.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Are the source of happiness, fun, and lessons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Are impossible to forget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;We will meet new people. Different faces. Different personalities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Some might be a lot like you. Some might be too strange to stick around with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Zena.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;No bitch will ever replace you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And there’s no need to fear so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And if you think we don’t love you, as much as you love us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;You’re wrong. Abs wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I only had 5 days (in Bali) to get to know you this close.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;But you know what? IT’S A PLEASURE TO BE THIS CLOSE TO YOU.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And yeah, i hope you feel the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And it’s not just me by the way. When i say “bitches”, well i know you do understand who the devils they are. HE HE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Note this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Your dream is BIG. And you’re the next BIG thing on earth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Promise me 2 things&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;You’ll attend my wedding and enroll ur kids in the best school at the states (where i’ll enroll mine too :P).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Don’t ever forget that we’ll always be friends. Best friends. You’ll meet that so-called American teens. This may sounds a bit selfish but, don’t ever replace your brothers and sisters. Remember where you come from.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;We got your back, Zena. Touch the sky. Dream BIG. Make it happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;You will never walk alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-3650710414861322176?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/3650710414861322176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=3650710414861322176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3650710414861322176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3650710414861322176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/08/zena-livianda.html' title='Zena Livianda.'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-3762989990152411388</id><published>2011-08-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:42:10.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aryo Bimo Utomo'/><title type='text'>Aryo Bimo has moved to USA</title><content type='html'>So, his name is Aryo Bimo Utomo! He's on of my best friend. i'll post his photo later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren Bem-bem (his nickname), bertolak ke Amerika. Kita, more or less 28 orang pergi ke airport, Soekarno-Hatta, khusus buat doi. Gue sampe pake shirt yg patternya American flag huhuhu sedih banget. Belom lagi...... waktu ngasih hadiah kecil yg gue buat dgn bantuan temen2, H-1! Sekarang gue tau seberapa berharga nya temen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue cuma punya pesen buat Bem-Bem,&lt;br /&gt;kerasa banget deket dekeeeeet bgt tuh pas di Bali, di sekolah kita asik gara2 gue suka ke kosan lo sama jambu buat diajarin Matematika. Seneng banget punya temen kaya lo, bem. dan gue yakin bgt, ga cuma gue yg ngerasain. Ke-gentle-an lo sebagai cowo yang gue juga tau banget ngebuat banyak cewe meleleh (LOL) ga bakal bisa digantiin kelasnya. Gue berharap, tho we now end up in different places, but remember, we're below the same sky, breathe the same air, paling penting, jangan pernah lupain kekeluargaan yang ada di sini. Di Jakarta. Di tengah kita-kita bem, yang belom tentu bisa lo temuin di Amerika. di negara orang. We all love you so much, brother bear. Lookin forward to see you, soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-3762989990152411388?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/3762989990152411388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=3762989990152411388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3762989990152411388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3762989990152411388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/08/aryo-bimo-has-moved-to-usa.html' title='Aryo Bimo has moved to USA'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-7537084640001094153</id><published>2011-06-18T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T09:45:32.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's always a piece of you in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not about that i've been dating you for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but about that lil things you might lose your sight of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things you might not notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;summer holiday has arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aye Bali, here we come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know what it takes to make me love you a lil more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a silly joke between a corny conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a crazy plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a simple I Love You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a kiss on my forehead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a tight hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't kno how to describe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're just simply, effortlessly, amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're dope. like i wud go nuts for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wud run away with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like i wud live forever, immortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like i wud pig out, not caring what i look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like i wud trade my whole for a bite of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like i wud cut out my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like i wud write a letter to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and let Him know that i'm very happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and extremely thankful for everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-7537084640001094153?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/7537084640001094153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=7537084640001094153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7537084640001094153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7537084640001094153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/06/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2569987242680321736</id><published>2011-06-02T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:06:07.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you're down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God sees you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you're alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God sits right next to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God wipes em tears off your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you are sad about everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are still some things you can smile about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. you're still alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. your life is aint dat low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. somebody out there might be thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. somebody needs you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. you can pig out everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. you're still young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. so many things dat you never know you got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2569987242680321736?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2569987242680321736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2569987242680321736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2569987242680321736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2569987242680321736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/06/thank-you-lord.html' title='thank you LORD'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6376641394402393250</id><published>2011-05-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:48:51.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUAL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;JUAL. INSTAX HELLO KITY 7S , 25S. DAN BERBAGAI MCM TIPE INSTAX LAINNYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;JUAL BINDER POLOS, MOTIF ZEBRA LEOPARD AND SAPI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;JUAL AQUAPIX MACAM2 GABAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;JUAL HW PANTS + DRESSES + RINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CONTACT ME ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;@JANETABEEGAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;INSTAX&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Instax Blue&amp;amp;Pink 7s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-860rb blm termasuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-975rb udh trmasuk 1 pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Instax White&amp;amp;Choco 7s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-1,1jt rb blm trmasuk pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-1.150rb udh termasuk pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Instax HelloKitty White &amp;amp;Choco 7s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-1,500rb blm trmasuk 1 pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-1,550rb udah termasuk 1 pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Biasanya 1,7an loohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;blm pake isi pula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Instax Black Piano 50s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-1,85 jt blm trmasuk 1 pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-1,950jt udah trmasuk pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I once checked the price wkt itu 2,2 di store gt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Instax 25s: pencetannya ga ribet dan fokus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Instax 50s, lengkap! ada selftimer. semuanya ada pengaturan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BINDER:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Binder POLOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uk.20 90rb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uk.26 95rb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Binder motif Leopard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uk 20 hole: 110rb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uk 26 hole: 115rb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Binder motif zebra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uk 20 hole 120rb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uk 26 hole 125/bludru beda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Binder motif sapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uk 20 hole 125rb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uk 26 hole 130rb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bahan beda2. Makannya harga beda2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aquapix nyaa lucu2 juga ada yg polos, ada yg bermotif, ada yg bergambar =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6376641394402393250?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6376641394402393250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6376641394402393250' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6376641394402393250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6376641394402393250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/05/jual.html' title='JUAL!!!'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8748399194898523739</id><published>2011-05-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:48:42.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids In The Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anak jalanan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rumah mereka beratapkan langit yang tak berujung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rumah mereka lebih luas dari kebun raya Bogor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rumah mereka berada dimana-mana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday when i was halfway to my house. I saw 2 kids di depan warung makan duduk bersila di pinggir jalan. Makan Indomie yang mungkin buat mereka Spaghetti. Devara sama gue sering lewatin jalan itu kalo pulang bareng, Devara sampe kenal sama anak jalanan yang masih lugu banget, namanya Rio. Rio jualin koran yang harga nya 3 ribu. Koran lama sih kayaknya. Tiap kali gue mau kasih duit makan buat Rio, Devara says no. Soalnya ternyata dari jauh ada yang mantau anak-anak disitu, duit makan yang bakal gue kasih belom tentu bisa dipake Rio buat makan ato sekedar beli minum. Preman nya duduk, ngaso dan ngerokok. Bukannya ngamen ato cari kerja kecil-kecilan. Hina banget menurut gua, memperkerjakan anak yang seharusnya dia bantu. Malu-maluin. Kasus kaya gini pernah gue temuin juga waktu gue pulang sekolah naik kopaja nomor.... 72! Emg ga di kopaja ini aja sih, tp... there was a kid, limbless..dia ga punya kaki. Dan jalannya ngesot. Utk naik dan turun dr bis, dia pun lompat, tanpa kaki. Preman yg udh gue spot dr jauh ikt naik jg, duduk dibelakang dan MAKAN! sementara anak yang (sorry) cacat itu dibiarin ngesot2 minta uang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kalo gue orang kaya, kalo gue miliarder, duit gue ga punya nomor seri, pengen banget bisa bantu. Tp realitanya beda, gue cuma pelajar. Sedih sendiri huhu. Gue aja suka ngeluh biarpun hidup gue ga sesusah mereka. Makanan suka ngga abis. Pdhl mungkin mreka butuh sisa makanan gua. Sumpah Indonesia butuh perubahan. Dr bidang pendidikan untuk naikin pendapatan nasional biar kita bisa nanggung org2 yg kaya gitu. MARI BELAJAR KAWAN2! Jd org sukses biar bisa charity!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8748399194898523739?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8748399194898523739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8748399194898523739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8748399194898523739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8748399194898523739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/05/kids-in-street.html' title='The Kids In The Street'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1946214957966664003</id><published>2011-05-26T02:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T03:09:45.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How's life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_xVRu6CJwA/Td4ky6TayKI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KypuJ9VF05Q/s1600/tumblr_le84c8fRdt1qzdbc3.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_xVRu6CJwA/Td4ky6TayKI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KypuJ9VF05Q/s320/tumblr_le84c8fRdt1qzdbc3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610962642812979362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ei253aBkwWA/Td4k0qJrjUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/oj9CDzBj5aY/s1600/tumblr_kw1wzvHxBg1qzjggvo1_250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ei253aBkwWA/Td4k0qJrjUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/oj9CDzBj5aY/s320/tumblr_kw1wzvHxBg1qzjggvo1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610962672836906306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9z9RqhWOqs/Td4kzrtmxhI/AAAAAAAAAzY/9g8mWs9ZXzs/s1600/tumblr_le84jnc1tw1qzdbc3.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9z9RqhWOqs/Td4kzrtmxhI/AAAAAAAAAzY/9g8mWs9ZXzs/s320/tumblr_le84jnc1tw1qzdbc3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610962656076154386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ei253aBkwWA/Td4k0qJrjUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/oj9CDzBj5aY/s1600/tumblr_kw1wzvHxBg1qzjggvo1_250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my dear, Mas Bayu 'Ekoy' Demas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish you all d best big brotha XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;good news. ulangan biology gue luckily nilainya 80. PKN simpang siur tp keaknya diatas standard kelulusan (amin). Life has its ups and downs, just like roller coaster. And well,sometimes we just can't enjoy it the way we enjoy riding a roller coaster.. Idk why. To the point aja, gue skrg lg final test week! Doain ya semoga nilai-nilai gue bagus. Pengen masuk kelas Sosial :P wiwiwiw doaain! Liburan nanti pgn gue abisin sama temen2 jgg! Aahh ga sabar pokoknyaa. Wish me luck buddies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1946214957966664003?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1946214957966664003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1946214957966664003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1946214957966664003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1946214957966664003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/05/hows-life.html' title='How&apos;s life?'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_xVRu6CJwA/Td4ky6TayKI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KypuJ9VF05Q/s72-c/tumblr_le84c8fRdt1qzdbc3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4245968077179519262</id><published>2011-05-23T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:01:59.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cs no matter where it takes you to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you have to do is just move forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4245968077179519262?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4245968077179519262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4245968077179519262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4245968077179519262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4245968077179519262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-easy.html' title='Life is easy'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-593473003314457169</id><published>2011-05-19T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T04:08:06.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never too young to speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go right and left. Fly up and fall down. You know what's the best part of being a teenager?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's when you go crazy, scream out loud, fool around, make mistakes, do bad things, and try new shit. People will think it's because we're young. And we still need to learn, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just don't forget to start your every day with a smile and a flaming hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids, we are too young to complain about the world, yea i know. But this world is ours to take care. God said so. And it is our job to keep the world green. You can google it yourself how to support the green-ing program! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids, we are too young to worry. But if we don't start today, imagine what would your future be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for every chance you have. To be sitting in the middle of the class listening to your teacher (tho it's boring). To be sitting in the passenger seat of your old car (tho' it's uncool for some people). To be reading this post (tho' my english's not that good, thank God you still have internet). To be eating breakfast, lunch, dinner plus snacks (tho smtimes they dont taste good). Thank God that you are not handicapped....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids, we are too young to think over. Make mistakes. Spread positive energies. Lead the world to somewhere better. Try new things. Make enemies. And turn them into friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids, and don't be scared to fall for someone you really care about. Don't be afraid to suffer, for it is true that suffering teaches mankind how to handle pain and not to over-think any shit. Never fear to have your heart broken, be happy because there is always someone who will soon taps your back, hugs you and tells you "Everything will be alright. I'm here". Don't be afraid to be the victim of love, bcs "by being closer to your enemy, you are closer to victory. by being able to control your fear, you'll be able to get through the strongest windstorm"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids, let's reach the top! We are the next big thing! The next leaders of the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-593473003314457169?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/593473003314457169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=593473003314457169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/593473003314457169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/593473003314457169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-too-young-to-speak-go-right-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1312264464272902096</id><published>2011-05-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T08:46:17.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>My Bad Temper</title><content type='html'>Yep. So if i could define bad temper in two words, it would be grumpy and or maybe selfish?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to be honest with you friends, my temper is very bad and it's not because i'm labile, this is just me. I can hold back my feelings, telling you guys, I CAN. but i can be so sharp at making a statement. I'm not always wrong too, but not always right as well. And if you can't handle me at my worst, than you sure as hell don't deserve me at my BEST. My bad temper has been causing so much damages in relationships between me and friends, family and boyfriend. But here is the thing you people really HAVE to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind this wild side, i do have the delicate, so soft and fragile side that nobody cares about. Nobody. Trust me. Nobody would like to be the blame. Nobody would like to get the impact of my bad temper. Tongue is boneless. And the easiest way to hurt people is by saying something rude. Man, that's easy. But remember, i won't pick up a fight, if you don't trigger me to. I can guarantee you 100%. And due to the fact that i'm a girl, it's clear to see. My hormones also take part. Hahahaha and bitch, really, girls are sensitive, so is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't date a girl if you sure you can't handle her bad mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just being real. If you love me, i think, if you love me for who i really fucking am, you won't complain and you won't RUN OUT OF PATIENCE. And if you don't love me, chill, walk away bcs i never asked you too enter my life and be friends and so on. I'm tired of listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now it's time for you to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People have problems. And so do i. I can't handle them alone, but somehow i just can't tell everything. There is still something i can't tell my boyfriend, my mom and my dad.( Tho i will never be able to lie to You, God).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just don't talk to me "that" way, i mean, don't ever even think to talk to me in high-pitched. Treat me as a lady, gentle man. If you are one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Treat me as a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You bite. I kill. So simple aite? My brain is smart enough to manage an evil plan too. Ok im starting to be toooooo honest hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's normal, the pressures are forcing me to be such a beast i know. But why don't you help me? Why are people complaining? Why don't people understand. Pleaseplease please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know i've been a bad daughter, boyfriend, friend, classmate, and whatever it is. I'm SORRY. I'm SORRY. But i'm here to ask you people. My people. you-all-know-who. I don't have to mention their names one by one. I am fucking sorry for ever ruining your days and moods. Sorry. Just leave, if you don't wanna get hurt, leave, tell me that i'm not good. EASY. Just don't be such a jerk, blabbering everything i did wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hereby, i apologize to DVRPUTRA. for all the things i did wrong, for all the days i ruined, and all the troubles i put us thru'. I want you to put me first, or else i'll be putting you the last in my "Who to care about list". That's pretty fair, i think lol (don't take this as a joke). I mean it. I'm trying to make you understand why i've been so grumpy these days. I love you, but i just don't know how not to be me.... sorry. And oh yes, i got hyped almost everytime, when i miss you, when you're nowhere to be found, when i'm alone, when you're being such an ass, when we're in a fight, when everything is ain't like what i wanted it to be. It's very human, my dear. It's just not you but it's so me. And thank God for sending me a guy with patience like him, thanks for sticking with me for like almost 2 years and present ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1312264464272902096?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1312264464272902096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1312264464272902096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1312264464272902096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1312264464272902096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-bad-temper.html' title='My Bad Temper'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5785567295160266857</id><published>2011-03-26T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:46:34.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Cerita si lebah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Hari itu, di bulan April siang, lagi tegang banget, disaat orang yang Aubrey harapin malah ngga ada buat dia, dateng seorang yang dia tahu tapi ngga kenal. Namanya… bilang aja dia Zuko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Aubrey waktu itu emang Cuma sebatas cewe yang pengen tau, ini itu ini itu, pacaran sama cowo yang bisa dibilang fun, baik dan humoris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 19px; "&gt;Begini cerita Aubrey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;April itu, gue super bingung harus gimana. Sekolah emang ngga lagi buat gue pusing. Tp masih ada 2 persoalan yang menurut gue penting yang masih ngga bisa gue selesaiin. Approval bonyok gue sama Davin. Dan juga hubungan gue sama Zuko. Gue sama Davin diuji sama banyak masalah, perseteruan dan juga konflik yang adem panas adem panas. Gue mencoba sabar selama ini karena menurut gue cinta juga punta tes tahan uji. I’ve been through so much bitterness selama ini. Cinta nggak memaksa. Cinta nggak merubah. Cinta nggak punya syarat dan ketentuan. Gue mulai bingung sebenernya apa yang Davin rasain ke gue, sayang beneran ato sayang sama hal-hal indah ato hal-hal yang paling tai yang berhasil kita lewatin. Gue juga nggak tau apa Davin cowo yang bener-bener gue cari ato bukan. Gue memimpikan cowo yang rela berkorban buat gue dan mementingkan perasaan gue daripada perasaannya sendiri. Nyokap gue ngajarin gue, kalo cowo itu emang harus berjuang buat cewe. Bukan cewe yang berjuang buat cowo. Davin itu orangnya lucu, gak bisa gue tebak. Dan yang ngebuat gue bisa bertahan sama Davin itu, hal-hal kecil yang nggak dia sadari ngebuat gue seneng. Hal-hal kecil itu emang sederhana banget, gue bukan gampangan tapi ini soal the way he pleased me in such a simple way. Jarang2 ada yang kaya gitu. Selama gue pacaran belum pernah gue nemuin cowo yang santai aja dengan gaya gue yang cuek, sembrono dan banyak omong. Menurut gua, bisa ngehandle kebacotan dan keperfeksionisan gue itu udah anugrah bgt. Biarpun…. Pada akhirnya, gue ngerasain juga sakitnya dibohongin dan gue adalah orang terbodoh terakhir yang tau apa yang harusnya gue cari tau. Dikhianatin sama orang terdekat gue sendiri rasanya…gue makin yakin kalo gue emang masih terlalu lugu untuk bisa berdiri sendiri. Gue makin ngerasa yakin kalo bakal banyak nantinya yang khianatin gue. Ini emang bukan yang pertama kali, tapi lo terima nggak setelah pengorbanan2 lo selama ini lo di “kebelakangin” gitu aja?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Hati bisa memaafkan, tapi sayangnya otak terlalu peka untuk bisa melupakan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Zuko*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;"Sosok Zuko dateng when everything went worse. I lost my sight of him, I was falling but warm hands catch me as I fell hopelessly to somewhere in between loved and dumped. And that hands were Zuko’s. Zuko masuk ke hidup gue tiba-tiba dan cepet banget, waktu yang tepat juga, gue stress dan ngga ada yang ngisi sisi gue, pada saat gue hampir mati waktu itu karna kecerobohan gue sendiri, Davin sama sekali nggak nyari gue, yang memakimaki dan menasehati gue justru Zuko. Orang baru yang belum terlalu gue kenal, orang baru yang seharusnya nggak terlalu memikirkan nasib gua waktu itu. Dia kelihatan panik malam itu, terus aja nelfon2 gue, sms2 gue panjang lebar marah2, “sebodoh apa sih lu sampe rela berbuat kaya gitu demi orang yang nyakitin lu”. Kira kira begitulah isi sms Zuko. Dan begitu gue bisa bicara, gue angkat telfonnya, dengan nada ketus masih bersih diingatan gua kalo dia bilang “…nggak perlu lo ngelakuin hal2 kaya gitu lagi ya, gue nggak suka”. Gue cuma bisa nyengir. Tapi kalo lo mau tau, cengiran gue itu berarti banget kira-kira dipikiran gue tuh “coba aja lu pacar gue” hahahaah. Itulah malam yang ngebuat gue, mulai merasa nyaman dengan keberadaan Zuko. Gue sama Zuko terus contact, seakan-akan Davin udah lenyap dan nggak peduli sama gue lagi. Beberapa hari setelah itu, Zuko masih aja rajin nanya keadaan gue, masih sedih ato nggak, udah makan ato belom dll2. Gue SANGAT bahagia. Bercanda sama Zuko pun gue nyambung. Kenapa? Zuko humoris. Dan pedenya melampaui kadar pede yang ada didalam diri lelaki biasa hahaha tapi itu lah unik nya dia. Pada suatu malam, Zuko unexpectedly called me, dan confessed apa yang dia rasakan ke gue. “Brey, sebenernya cewe yang gue ceritain itu lo. Gue sayang sama lo brey”. Gue SHOCK! Bingung. Memang selama ini dia masang status &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;“brey”&lt;/b&gt; ato &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;“a*b*e” &lt;/b&gt;atau “Nyata tapi tak bisa dimiliki” sempet juga “So hard to let you go” ntah buat siapa tapi gue nggak pernah berpikir kalo itu maksutnya, bener-bener, GUE!? Gue bilang gue nggak bisa sama dia, gue msh bertanggung jawab buat seseorang disana yang kayanya nggak meminginkan gue lagi. “Kenapa gue, zuk?”. “Ya gue ngak tau, emang kita baru deket, tapi gue sayang”. Setelah banyak berdebat, Zuko akhirnya mutusin buat pergi juga. Typical boy abissss. Haahaha tp hal yang ngebuat gue loncat, tengah2 malem, dia terus sms gue, dan maksa gue bales sms dia, “Brey, plis bls sms gue yang ini, okay nggapapa lu nggak bisa milih gue, tapi plis jangan jauhin gue, gue ngga bisa jauh dr lo brey”. DARI SINI, Aubrey dan Zuko terus keep in touch, Zuko selalu ada di waktu gue ngga punya siapa2. Entertaining dan lovable. Zuko……...sering banget gue sakitin, berapa kalipun dia nyoba nyatain yang dia rasain buat gue, gue terus menghindar, karna gue takut, dia bakal melakukan hal yang sama kaya Davin. Biarpun begitu, Zuko masih terus datang ke kehidupan gue, membuat gue kembali bermimpi. Davin pun masih membuat gue naik turun naik turun. Tapi 1 hal yang bisa gue simpulkan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Zuko, sosok aneh yang memang perlahan pergi dari kehidupan gue, tapi nggak akan pernah hilang dimata gue. Sisi kosong gue yang selalu dia isi ngga akan pernah bisa gue lupain gitu aja. Biarpun gue terlihat nggak peduli dan nggak merasakan apa-apa, Zuko, if only you could understand and see, because I still want you close. Bukan dongeng Twilight, bella Jacob dan Edward, bukan. Ini soal beberapa hal yang lo buat gue rasain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Seandainya lo di posisi Aubrey, apa yang bakal lo lakuin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Bingung gue denger cerita ini. Tp dr ilustrasi itu, gue belajar 1 hal, jangan pernah jadiin seseorang atau siapapun itu untuk berada terlalu dekat dengan lo. Karna ingat, seseorang ngga bisa menyakiti lo kalau dia ngga berada dekat dengan lo. Dan yg terakhir, nggak semua cinta bisa terwujud. Nggak semua cinta bisa happy ending. Wkt lo sayang sama orang, sacrifice smthg big to knock her/his heart.................&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/8915197439796789014-5785567295160266857?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5785567295160266857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5785567295160266857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5785567295160266857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5785567295160266857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/03/aubrey.html' title='Aubrey'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5287527562595530630</id><published>2011-03-25T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:03:18.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita si lebah.</title><content type='html'>besok gue post! ato bsk2 nya lagi. support gue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5287527562595530630?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5287527562595530630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5287527562595530630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5287527562595530630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5287527562595530630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/03/cerita-si-lebah.html' title='Cerita si lebah.'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-789710767138254538</id><published>2011-03-25T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T04:24:16.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how can i?</title><content type='html'>How does it feel when you realize that, you can't have that person you're in love with?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does it feel knowing that your relationship will fail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does it feel knowing that your relationship lasts shorter than &lt;i&gt;forever?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does it feel pretending to be okay when everything you have inside is breaking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does it feel when you fail on trying to forget what you have heard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does it feel when you know for sure, sooner or later it's over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel when you know exactly something bad is going to happen to you and, no one can help you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel if you are in my shoes, right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel when thoes memories cross your mind over and over while what you're trying to succeed doing is forgetting everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it break your heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it just crack a little?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you fear.... losing someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you just believe that life is always good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel if you know that he/she would give up on you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you still looking forward for a happy ending? Will you quit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you okay with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know a BIG wall is standing tall and strong between you and him and there's no way to be together without breaking the wall. What's it in your mind right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, i don't feel really good right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something hit my head and i'm like being over-reacting now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All i ever wanted was to be completely yours...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;sincerely,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQB3A4ILExU/TYs7gnocCoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LXGqu_cq0-Y/s1600/afff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQB3A4ILExU/TYs7gnocCoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LXGqu_cq0-Y/s320/afff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587625194263677570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Janet Abigail; Ezra Goldameir Romaito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;24/03/11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;just sharing, we're just kids. kids love posing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;and if you like photo-hunting? hey it's the same here. we do too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-3299414570319174899?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/3299414570319174899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=3299414570319174899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3299414570319174899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3299414570319174899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-job-instax.html' title='good job, instax'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOwi-AAwZnY/TYs9g6RgaiI/AAAAAAAAAyY/4p2ZntjnRlg/s72-c/sc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4164296226754390760</id><published>2011-03-21T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T06:34:27.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today i learned</title><content type='html'>that...........we have to&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;KEEP DREAMING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T STOP FANTASIZING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;LIVE IT UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;FEAR NOBODY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;PRAISE THE LORD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;FORGIVE PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4164296226754390760?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4164296226754390760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4164296226754390760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4164296226754390760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4164296226754390760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-i-learned.html' title='Today i learned'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-746193854152194761</id><published>2011-03-18T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T04:59:02.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr'/><title type='text'>I hope you know</title><content type='html'>I found this on Tumblr!!! But this is so damn true...........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I'm scared. Yes, I'm jealous. I'm scared that you think she's pretty. I'm scared that you will find her more interesting. I'm scared that you will think she's so much better than me. I'm scared that you might leave me soon. And yes I'm jealous that she gets to see you. I'm jealous that you talked to her. I'm jealous that you had fun with her. I'm scared. I'm jealous. But that's only because you mean a lot to me."&lt;/i&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/8915197439796789014-746193854152194761?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/746193854152194761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=746193854152194761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/746193854152194761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/746193854152194761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-hope-you-know.html' title='I hope you know'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-7070570295319647615</id><published>2011-03-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:27:20.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>Numbers are just numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you're in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how old or young that person is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'd go for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;take all risks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;40 year-old or 16 year-old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40 and 16 are just numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;i&gt;they dont change a thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you are with someone you'd like to spend your time with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;you'd forget to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bcs all you do is looking in their eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even when the time strikes &lt;b&gt;2 in the morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you still think that it's not enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 is just a number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you want someone so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and tho it seems like that person's not into you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you would &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tho it takes longer than 6 months or years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;you just would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;6 is just a number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;when you're in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and it's like meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;no matter how long you've been together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tho you two fight a lot, you suffer, you end up crying yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;even &lt;b&gt;2? 4? 8? years&lt;/b&gt; are still short for you to feel the love you'd die for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and maybe, you'd like to spend your forever with that person you're thinking right now when you read this post :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but numbers matter in....the papers inside your wallet. i know :P&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/8915197439796789014-7070570295319647615?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/7070570295319647615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=7070570295319647615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7070570295319647615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7070570295319647615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/03/numbers-are-just-numbers.html' title='Numbers are just numbers'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5017384383779456014</id><published>2011-03-12T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T06:44:16.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAY FOR JAPAN</title><content type='html'>Hello. As we all know, kemaren Jepang tertimpa musibah besar. Shitloads of people died. Others are lost. And some hurt. Kita mungkin nggak bisa berbuat banyak, kecuali berdoa. Doa 1 menit, dari 1 orang berguna.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray = Power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mari kita berdoa untuk Jepang, jangan cuma berduka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh iya, barusan, gue dapetin BM ttg Jepang yang menyalahkan kalo Jepang menyembah Dewa Matahari. Personally, bukan saat nya ngejudge Jepang, mereka punya kepercayaan dan pasti ada sejarah dan latar belakang kenapa mereka seperti itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pray and support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dont start stating something you don't really understand :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5017384383779456014?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5017384383779456014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5017384383779456014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5017384383779456014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5017384383779456014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/03/pray-for-japan.html' title='PRAY FOR JAPAN'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6131538055729050168</id><published>2011-02-26T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:46:37.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Samples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this isn't that cheap. since gue harus luangin waktu + tenaga buat kerjain ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dan bahan yang ga bisa gue beli dalam jumlah kecil:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since i have to find it on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nobody helps too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;price upon request and bahan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bZBBwohMww/TWnRj20L2BI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4ucDqh0nB2E/s1600/IMG00171-20110216-0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bZBBwohMww/TWnRj20L2BI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4ucDqh0nB2E/s320/IMG00171-20110216-0748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578220027415091218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i give some space for you to write down how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sq6BqVf7JLA/TWnRjjNEfqI/AAAAAAAAAww/CdFomz2FLYU/s1600/IMG00165-20110216-0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sq6BqVf7JLA/TWnRjjNEfqI/AAAAAAAAAww/CdFomz2FLYU/s320/IMG00165-20110216-0746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578220022150758050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i successfully made this pop up :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoCp1UeIb2Y/TWnRjd2T0FI/AAAAAAAAAwo/9sdB3efbj4o/s1600/IMG00164-20110216-0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoCp1UeIb2Y/TWnRjd2T0FI/AAAAAAAAAwo/9sdB3efbj4o/s320/IMG00164-20110216-0745.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578220020713115730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaTn9g5-InQ/TWnRjfPlY7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ot0PizQjKwM/s1600/IMG00160-20110210-2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaTn9g5-InQ/TWnRjfPlY7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ot0PizQjKwM/s320/IMG00160-20110210-2227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578220021087560626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is another pop up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeaNbKVt-9I/TWnRjNfYIHI/AAAAAAAAAwY/zY8h2lRKEJ0/s1600/IMG00159-20110210-2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeaNbKVt-9I/TWnRjNfYIHI/AAAAAAAAAwY/zY8h2lRKEJ0/s320/IMG00159-20110210-2227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578220016321962098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i framed their photos and on the left side, i put her photos and a greeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIoTxECGcSY/TWnQMocny0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/0-QACtjokCQ/s1600/IMG00158-20110210-2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIoTxECGcSY/TWnQMocny0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/0-QACtjokCQ/s320/IMG00158-20110210-2226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578218528909544258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruYQZGxsfpQ/TWnQMUmy_-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/SfubHp1Bylc/s1600/IMG00157-20110210-2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruYQZGxsfpQ/TWnQMUmy_-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/SfubHp1Bylc/s320/IMG00157-20110210-2226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578218523583512546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you could open that quote and put your couple's photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEXp22ig8E8/TWnQMf2BCeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/9gdi_2_Dy7g/s1600/IMG00156-20110210-2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEXp22ig8E8/TWnQMf2BCeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/9gdi_2_Dy7g/s320/IMG00156-20110210-2225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578218526600137186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you open the page that flying texts would go up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FPTyLAaawOc/TWnQMI3d11I/AAAAAAAAAv4/LWpxMlSv-V8/s1600/IMG00155-20110210-2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FPTyLAaawOc/TWnQMI3d11I/AAAAAAAAAv4/LWpxMlSv-V8/s320/IMG00155-20110210-2225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578218520432203602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you could open the sky blue page and see some photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the right page, there is a pic of earth and a quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and your photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i put a quote up there too:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and well that photo was floating.. gue make mika soalnya biar fotonya naik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk96Zz-8D9k/TWnQL-2ZXRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pj2t7YPJP70/s1600/IMG00154-20110210-2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk96Zz-8D9k/TWnQL-2ZXRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pj2t7YPJP70/s320/IMG00154-20110210-2224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578218517743361298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ini angka 11 pake bahan flanel dilapisi stik plus sprinkles :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JafZqJFCcWE/TWnPJub4oDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/FCOsYH10jmk/s1600/IMG00096-20110202-1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JafZqJFCcWE/TWnPJub4oDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/FCOsYH10jmk/s320/IMG00096-20110202-1014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578217379465830450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang ini jg foto2nya nimbul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the air balloon di samping gue buat sendiri :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;semacam patch work gitu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVIbEHQKSBs/TWnPJMLqbEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/2ukUwpJdzko/s1600/IMG00094-20110202-0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVIbEHQKSBs/TWnPJMLqbEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/2ukUwpJdzko/s320/IMG00094-20110202-0730.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578217370270985282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kalo lo baca quote nya pasti deeh ngerti kenapa kalo foto gue dibuka isinya foto devaraa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGRfCnk_9cc/TWnPI3Qe6TI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Diin9jg4v4I/s1600/IMG00092-20110202-0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGRfCnk_9cc/TWnPI3Qe6TI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Diin9jg4v4I/s320/IMG00092-20110202-0727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578217364654057778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;balon2 itu jg gue buat sendiri hehee. tulisan love nya timbul :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;payung di sebelah kiri juga timbul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;biar ada efek 3 D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sama aja kaya yg foto bawahnyaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jr2adyhspdY/TWnPI6gnriI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/q5QkG8JpNlY/s1600/IMG00090-20110202-0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jr2adyhspdY/TWnPI6gnriI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/q5QkG8JpNlY/s320/IMG00090-20110202-0718.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578217365527047714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto gue sama Deva backgroundnya buatan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dan kepala gue + dia sama2 nongol biar ada efek 3D jg :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zyPOzBdsOaI/TWnPIl5us9I/AAAAAAAAAvI/OpfjyMuj2vU/s1600/jnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zyPOzBdsOaI/TWnPIl5us9I/AAAAAAAAAvI/OpfjyMuj2vU/s320/jnt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578217359995220946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nah kalo ini emang susah. mahal juga framenya dr kayu.. isinya scrap2 gitu. plus foto2 gue. beserta quote dan sticker2 berbentuk lucu yang plis susah nemunya heehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalo berminat bisa langsung add BBM gue 21E0640A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;customers only =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i spent 150RP di yg frame itu. Kalo yg scrap book my customers spent 150 - 200. depends on request and bahaaannnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pop Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scrap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hand-Up Album + Caption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will do my best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6131538055729050168?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6131538055729050168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6131538055729050168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6131538055729050168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6131538055729050168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/02/samples.html' title='Samples'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bZBBwohMww/TWnRj20L2BI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4ucDqh0nB2E/s72-c/IMG00171-20110216-0748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6091195701121349248</id><published>2011-02-26T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:30:46.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAND-MADE GIFT</title><content type='html'>Buka jasa hand-made gift:-) semacam scrap gitulaah tp buatan tangaan. &lt;div&gt;Yang pada sibuk ato bingung mau kasih hadiah lucu apa buat mama papa pacar sahabat ato lg anniv ato birthday mungkin. Kalo mau liat bbrp sample bisa add pin bbm gue =) hehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21E0640A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Requirement: customers only =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6091195701121349248?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6091195701121349248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6091195701121349248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6091195701121349248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6091195701121349248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/02/hand-made-gift.html' title='HAND-MADE GIFT'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5238064697420290014</id><published>2011-02-25T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T07:05:03.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The High-school peepo Dilemma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This topic is not interesting, i see. Come on, give love a break.. Gon post something about that science and social thingy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anak IPA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Nalar tingkat tinggi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Tangguh Di Lapangan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Punya Bakat yang anak IPS ga punya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anak IPS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Logika tinggi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Tangguh di belakang layar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Punya bakat yang anak IPA ga punya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini gue tersinggung, karena orang2 yang seharusnya support gue untuk menjadi anak IPS (nantinya) malah buat gue ga yakin sama pilihan gue dgn bilang, lapangan pekerjaan untuk IPS itu KECIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perspektif gue, anak IPS bkan buangan anak IPA. Tiap orang punya tujuan nya, Tuhan juga punya tempat buat lo. Kalo ga keterima IPA, trs lu masuk IPS? Ya brati Tuhan punya rencana kenapa lu masuk IPS. Bisa aja lo jd ekonom TAJIR?!! Jd jgn di blg buangan. Itu jalan dr Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue tersinggung bgt jujur aja hahaha. Gue mau masuk IPS, pgn di support tp beberapa oknum malah....hhhh udah2 males tulis nya. Gue pgn ambil ekonomi pembangunan, bisa kerja di B.I ato yaa kalo ga bisa gapapa, gua ambil fashion design. &lt;b&gt;Yang penting halal kaan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue manusia. Gue bermimpi. Silahkan ketawain mimpi gue. Gapapa haha namanya orang mimpi ya sama aja kaya orang ngigo. Asal aje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fondasi: mimpi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bata: langkah2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Genteng: puncak dari segala usaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lapangan pekerjaan IPS kecil? Nggak juga kalo mau pindah ke IPS, ya ikut kelas IPC deehh. Biar susah, segala sesuatu yang di usaha kan pasti ada HASIL kan? :):) gausah takut lagi. Take the risks!!! The passion is in the risk. Gue juga ga tau sih gedenya ntar jadi apa, sukses ato nggak, tapi gue gantungin cita2 gue di bintang yang menurut gue tinggi. ya kalo kepeleset jatoh2 ke awan ke 5 lah gak ke bumi. Ibarat nya gitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kata orang mimpi ketinggian ga baik. Tapi kalo kata gua, semua jadi lebih indah kalo visi dan vision lo plus imajinasi lo ikut main. Kaya arsitek gambar sketsa. Kalo ga ada imajinasi, bangunan2 aneh yang bentuknya lucu ato bangunan2 sophisticated ga bakal ada hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang penting dua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan 1 lagi, beramal. Coba deh saling doain, doain saling sukses gitu :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jangan saling jatohin ya ga ya ga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SEMANGAT!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5238064697420290014?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5238064697420290014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5238064697420290014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5238064697420290014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5238064697420290014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/02/high-school-peepo-dilemma.html' title='The High-school peepo Dilemma!'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1245828752161200857</id><published>2011-02-12T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:54:18.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arsya Pratama RIP'/><title type='text'>RIP ARSYA  PRATAMA :"(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arsya Pratama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our dear friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13 January 1997 - 12 February 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semangat mu kan menjadi panutan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senyum manismu kan menghiasi bibir kami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doa kami kan menjadi pengiring mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rindu kami kan terus membuai mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arsya Pratama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gue ga punya banyak kesempatan buat lebih kenal lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lebih dari temen belajar di kos-an Dika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penyemangat kaderisasi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan si riang yang tak lupa menyapa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lorong sekolah kan terasa kurang tanpa jejak kaki mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angkatan kami kan terasa tak seimbang tanpa topangan semangat mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arsya Pratama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tidur yang tenang ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ipat udah buat lagu untuk lo. Lagunya enak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temen2 udah lurusin gosip2 tentang kepergian lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jangan ragu buat pulang sya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulang ke Sana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di sini kami bakal baik2 saja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asal lo janji, sampai pada saatnya kita semua bertemu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jangan lupa menyapa dan melepas rindu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biarpun gue bkn sahabat lo, tapi kita 1 angkatan, 1 keluarga dan memang menghabiskan 5 hari dalam 1 minggu di lingkungan yang sama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat jalan, Arsya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kibarkan semangat pecinta alam mu di Surga sana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 2013 have already missed you :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1245828752161200857?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1245828752161200857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1245828752161200857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1245828752161200857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1245828752161200857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/02/rip-arsya-pratama.html' title='RIP ARSYA  PRATAMA :&quot;('/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8258287186450956229</id><published>2011-01-22T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T08:19:33.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Waiting is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello everybody!! long time no see........ omg kesibukan di sekolah bener2 gokil bgt. Skrg gue kembali dengan segelintir cerita. This place is too public, so guess i'm gonna write just.... some.&lt;div&gt;Here it goes. I'm gonna try to tell you tales about a str&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ange... deep... calm... yet so emotional that gives you goose bump when you're jealous, that gives you butterfly when you're flying and gives you so much things to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa disini namanya serious cases? Coba lo dengerin lagunya &lt;b&gt;Box Car Racer - There Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're sad and fantasizing to commit a suicide. There's ALWAYS someone else is feeling what you're feeling. When you're thinking why life is being so cruel, there's always someone else thinking about it. So, don't worry, you are not alone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That there's someone out there who feels just like me. There is"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever been in a serious dilemma? When you gotta pick one between two options? And what makes it really hard is you don't know what you want, you don't know what you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coba dikondisikan sama rekayasa ini ya:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is someone who loves you SO much,  he has been waiting for almost a year, trying to make you his/hers, has been putting so much effort in making you happy, &lt;b&gt;tho sometimes it fails, but it never makes you SICK,&lt;/b&gt; never makes you disgusted. And somehow you can't ignore his presence, when one day you gotta hear what your heart is saying and believe in that you care, and you feel the same.... What is that feeling? There's no commitment between the two of you, but to see that person far fucking kills you. What is that feeling? Like the ripest apple hanging on the tree, in thirst of freshness, you would do everything to have just one bite... i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other side, there's someone who has been loving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you all the time, never stops making your days count, &lt;b&gt;never stops covering you through every rain&lt;/b&gt;, never makes you feel like a loner. There is someone who has always been thinking of you too. Who never gets sick of your bullshit, of your ugliness, of your fakeness, of your MISTAKES. Who tell you bad things, you wish you could change. What is that feeling? You wish that you could read minds, find an answer, and make a perfect timing to claim what you have always wanted. The moment when you want to speak b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ut your mind holds your tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom always say &lt;b&gt;"As a girl, you need to choose the one who loves you more, who fights for you."&lt;/b&gt; And i always believe &lt;b&gt;"If i were a boy, i would fight for a girl who's worth fighting for. And it's never too long to WAIT for someone i'm dying for"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom's right. I need to tell you guys, that my mom's right, just like a typical mother, she has taught me things. You don't need to &lt;b&gt;rush&lt;/b&gt;. All you need is patience, love will find you. All the things about happy marriage, your big dream about having a successful husband/wife, or for those who wait impatiently, hopelessly, desperatel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;y for a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's no use to get yourself in such a deep confusion. Remember this quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah! Consider this as a temptation. &lt;b&gt;Take the risks to fall, because someone....might have been waiting to catch you :):):) &lt;/b&gt;if you don't wait, something could go wrong. Life is not a fast food restaurant. It doesn't always come out when you order, live healthily, eat well-done foods. &lt;b&gt;When you wait, you will lose all the possibilities to stick with the wrong person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TTsAWpX08xI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7rxGun1WgbA/s320/bee.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565042153609294610" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Because i've ever been there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is a bee. It's a bee. and it's a dilemma. And so goodbye. Enough for today. Nite ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8258287186450956229?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8258287186450956229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8258287186450956229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8258287186450956229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8258287186450956229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting-is-good.html' title='Waiting is good'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TTsAWpX08xI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7rxGun1WgbA/s72-c/bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6430966347677151402</id><published>2011-01-16T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T04:18:29.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>gila lo lama banget gue gak blogging. crita gua udh bnyk bgt cuy. hahahaah termasuk ilham2 tak diundang yg tiba2 masuk ke kepala gua.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6430966347677151402?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6430966347677151402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6430966347677151402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6430966347677151402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6430966347677151402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6628579880057116591</id><published>2010-11-16T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T05:33:40.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>how funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The world turns upside down when my things fall apart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! funny how i don't realize that things are gradually changing. and the most idiot thing is when i keep hoping that somehow things will come back to normal. the reason why i hate changes is the fact that i hardly adapt to new things, new people, and new atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why r you being so sensitive?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're being so sensitive lately. did i do something wrong? did i piss you off too bad? cause i feel like a fool, begging you forgiveness without knowing what i did wrong. are you ignoring me? are you avoiding me? then tell me what's up with you dude!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shit happens. Different day. Same shit and another shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you're not enjoying this pain. if it's seeing me in pain that entertains you let me know. why? oh why!? this isn't being hyperbole, this is more like being furious about someone. shit happens and i don't know how to handle my world. i'm losing things, can you imagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too many lessons. 100Kilos pressure on my back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many things i've to learn. Too many things i've to do. School tasks. managing things. and about you. i put the things i like aside. and made you a priority. you know, i've sacrificed my time to think about you and even your school task. i put my stuffs aside. okay. and the lesson i got from here: don't make someone your priority, you're may be just an option. YES i am. you know what i mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boiling points: 10000 celcius degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6628579880057116591?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6628579880057116591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6628579880057116591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6628579880057116591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6628579880057116591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-funny.html' title='how funny.'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-593056315773788389</id><published>2010-11-16T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T04:43:08.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>camera freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;By:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAYA MARTHA (@maya_martha)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Models: Janet Abigail and Ezra Goldameir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TOJ7YvtYp4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/9677YQUxfd8/s1600/DSC_6385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TOJ7YvtYp4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/9677YQUxfd8/s320/DSC_6385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540126156673034114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TOJ7XGBwolI/AAAAAAAAAuY/nvjHcoTy_Go/s1600/DSC_6462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TOJ6vufr8yI/AAAAAAAAAtw/DMaw8YQwEDc/s320/DSC_6464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540125451972506402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TOJ6vIFXRyI/AAAAAAAAAto/CqdlwX0iSvI/s1600/DSC_6354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TOJ6vIFXRyI/AAAAAAAAAto/CqdlwX0iSvI/s320/DSC_6354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540125441661552418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-593056315773788389?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/593056315773788389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=593056315773788389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/593056315773788389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/593056315773788389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/11/camera-freak.html' title='camera freak'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TOJ7YvtYp4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/9677YQUxfd8/s72-c/DSC_6385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-3062442920071556191</id><published>2010-08-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:25:40.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Motos \m/</title><content type='html'>I know, we're all living with masks on our face. Hypocrites. And haters.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My motos are taken from: Xtina's Beautiful and BLG's The Great Escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am beautiful no matter what they say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words can't bring me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am beautiful in every single way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, words can't bring me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So don't you bring me down today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Throw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Forget yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We won't hear a word they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Watch it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let it die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cause we are finally free tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well seriously. I don't really care. Just saying to you people, haters are never gone. But i won't let them stop my step! We all need haters, those who motivate rudely by making gossips of you, or stabbing your back. True friends are there, but we just don't see it. Hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-3062442920071556191?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/3062442920071556191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=3062442920071556191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3062442920071556191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3062442920071556191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-motos-m.html' title='My Motos \m/'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8004980054187422082</id><published>2010-08-25T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T05:12:22.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>She came and said "Hello"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i have changed. yes. i have. but still i had to go through that bad day. Great! a very bad day. all i do is just keeping my eyes on everything so that i don't have to be there again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm just afraid to lose you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really afraid to suffer a loss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not ok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we know, love-stories never end! It's always about how it works, how it goes, what's new and what's left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGOixDJkI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TOWU5OOX6mc/s320/tumblr_l6mlu0hLec1qb0b4qo1_500_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509316566078137922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....how we sit next to each other and fly our mind to the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....wishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGPSvCStI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iJRHjHVaXm8/s1600/tumblr_l7o3qyAhRb1qd6wm6o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGOLHpz8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/44G-BkjM8CM/s320/2rm2wx0_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509316559730495426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....how i wish that someday we could go to Eiffel tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....then making pinky promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....sitting at the closest coffee shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....telling things we never tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGPSvCStI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iJRHjHVaXm8/s1600/tumblr_l7o3qyAhRb1qd6wm6o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGOaS-2BI/AAAAAAAAAtA/-f0gOXBuamU/s320/Fireflies__by_kittysyellowjacket_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509316563804542994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......all the silly things we've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....all the things we laughed about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......all the pain we've left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....all the things that remind us of each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....all the memories that will probably last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGPSvCStI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iJRHjHVaXm8/s1600/tumblr_l7o3qyAhRb1qd6wm6o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGPCbyLNI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/NvIFhI8n9FU/s320/tumblr_l7kcxyuD3B1qc881oo1_400_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509316574578879698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......about how we dream about our future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......about how we talk about something old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....about how we argue, discuss and share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....about how this pic means a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGPSvCStI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iJRHjHVaXm8/s1600/tumblr_l7o3qyAhRb1qd6wm6o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGPSvCStI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iJRHjHVaXm8/s1600/tumblr_l7o3qyAhRb1qd6wm6o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGPSvCStI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iJRHjHVaXm8/s320/tumblr_l7o3qyAhRb1qd6wm6o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509316578954595026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......and it's goodbye that i really hate the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....cause i really need you here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....it's when you say I Love You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....and i reply I love you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS: Problems go away. Don't come back. At least for this. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8004980054187422082?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8004980054187422082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8004980054187422082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8004980054187422082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8004980054187422082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-came-and-said-hello.html' title='She came and said &quot;Hello&quot;'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/THUGOixDJkI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TOWU5OOX6mc/s72-c/tumblr_l6mlu0hLec1qb0b4qo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2311885056400223007</id><published>2010-07-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T05:14:34.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>A dead man was looking for her</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkm_EdcDJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rRaQlNw8sBI/s320/janetsss+6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505974884407970962" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkrNMGLRiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PjRAWV04NHY/s1600/janetsss+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkrNMGLRiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PjRAWV04NHY/s320/janetsss+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505979525022565922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkrMyzAi1I/AAAAAAAAAso/p_PxnaqrBKk/s1600/janetsss+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkrMyzAi1I/AAAAAAAAAso/p_PxnaqrBKk/s320/janetsss+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505979518231284562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmu4bM2QI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HpFehCWZk54/s1600/janetsss+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmu4bM2QI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HpFehCWZk54/s320/janetsss+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505974606299453698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmuouT0DI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/wwB15DRHguI/s1600/janetsss+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmuouT0DI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/wwB15DRHguI/s320/janetsss+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505974602084634674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmuSwu33I/AAAAAAAAAsI/LpPknf7FYVM/s1600/janetsss+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmuSwu33I/AAAAAAAAAsI/LpPknf7FYVM/s320/janetsss+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505974596189216626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmt-MkZrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/_RWeSXJSKVk/s1600/janetsss+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmt-MkZrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/_RWeSXJSKVk/s320/janetsss+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505974590668826290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmto6sAZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Kx0kuQ0rvSk/s1600/janetsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmto6sAZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Kx0kuQ0rvSk/s1600/janetsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkmto6sAZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Kx0kuQ0rvSk/s320/janetsss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505974584956682642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Model: Janet Abigail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Photographed by MAYA MARTHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Venue: Maya's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2311885056400223007?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2311885056400223007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2311885056400223007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2311885056400223007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2311885056400223007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/07/dead-man-was-looking-for-her.html' title='A dead man was looking for her'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TGkm_EdcDJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rRaQlNw8sBI/s72-c/janetsss+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8661533107584240396</id><published>2010-06-25T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T05:21:04.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>A post from all teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teenagers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;young. self-inquiry. urban nite life. midnight-dawn walk. dance floor. new friend. sexy chicks. hot hunks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;nice car. liquor shots. cigarette burn. money. branded clothes. cool style. popularity. school tasks. college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;teenage-fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;.future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;.and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Been hearing all of these for times. Yes. Since then, things written above sound usual. But for some people, some of them are still surprising. And it's weird when a girl is often judged bitchy or naughty because of her sense of style, wearing mini skirts or showing too much skin. And i'm too dead bored listening to all bullshits that old people often say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's not fair, when someone gets ignored or excommunicated since they're having not a good behavior, their way of talking and their way of associating is considered wrong or crossing the limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;::Sementara menurut gue apapun yang kita lakuin, emang keputusan dan suara hati paling keras lah yang menang. Mbak Tika bilang apapun yang kita lakuin itu dipertanggungjawabin sama Yang Di Atas, bukan hukuman dari masyarakat sekitar ato relasi2 terdekat. Senakal apa remaja, sesembrono apa remaja, semena-mena apa remaja, segimana pun mereka....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gue remaja, gue growing up! Gue cari jati diri gue, yaa bukan bentukan orang tua gue. Mereka punya mau dan mimpi, tapi menurut gue, setiap individu punya minat dan tujuan hidup nya masing-masing. Dan seringkali orang tua (saking lebay sayangnya) ga bisa SADAR dan ga RELA kalo anaknya ternyata udah besar dan butuh space untuk privacy nya. *No offense*. In the end, semuanya bkl ada di tangan kita, apapun yang kita pilih pasti punya resiko sama konsekuensi, tugas para petua.. adalah menasehati, memberi buah pikiran, mendukung dan mendoakan yang terbaik. Bukan memaksa. Masalah future, sukses apa engga, jodoh, seneng apa engga. Who knows. Bedanya, jodoh itu masalah hati yang ditakdirin. Hahaha.. Apapun nantinya gue, gue berharap semua yang terbaik, ini 2010, mungkin di 2020 nanti gue bkl lebih dr ini, atau mungkin masih begini. Ya berdoa aja semuanya bakal lebih asik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sekarang, gue bersyukur dengan temen2 gue, lingkungan gue sama hmmm pacar gue hahahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nilai gue bagus biarpun ada bbrp hal yg blm bs gue capai dan bbrp mslh yg blm gue dpt titik temunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dan semoga semakin gue dewasa, biarpun hidup tambah keras, tp semoga gue makin lihai ngejalaninnya. Ikhlas, tabah dan orang-orang penting ini bakal selalu ada disamping gue. AAAA lega yaudah deh byee&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/8915197439796789014-8661533107584240396?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8661533107584240396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8661533107584240396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8661533107584240396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8661533107584240396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-from-all-teens.html' title='A post from all teens'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2532449319638307582</id><published>2010-06-21T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:49:14.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Uncertainty and this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TB80fPsyffI/AAAAAAAAArA/2rwqN7CPNPg/s1600/tumblr_l47gnyBqV61qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TB80fPsyffI/AAAAAAAAArA/2rwqN7CPNPg/s320/tumblr_l47gnyBqV61qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485160582555532786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hate to post this. Pdhl gw belom smpt ngepost ttg surprise nya dvr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncertainty. Google it yourself, haha ga deng. Ketidakpastian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kills you slowly while you're holding on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes you think twice to spend forever loving them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It scares you, all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngedenger hal itu, ngebuat gue mikir terus, think over and over. Will this lasts? Will you make it? Will we survive? God! This thought is killing me. High school is getting closer each day, gue takut semuanya berubah...... Berubah jauh dari ini. Gue tau persis yg gue rasain disini, bukan "rasa saat ini" tapi "rasa yang ngga pernah berubah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TB81XSLJXTI/AAAAAAAAArI/gszeNw_n07g/s1600/tumblr_l48qrhuwrP1qacxl7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TB81XSLJXTI/AAAAAAAAArI/gszeNw_n07g/s320/tumblr_l48qrhuwrP1qacxl7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485161545292406066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If "you" read this, if you want to know, i'm scared of everything. Now. I'm like going blind. I can't see what's ahead and i can't seem to take the risk for more. I'm scared of goodbyes and broken-heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world is cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have promised you smthg, but for some reason, gue ga bs tepatin. And well, it's not my fault. Jump to another case, let's kill the old time, this is 2010! I'm not a little girl anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world is cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2532449319638307582?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2532449319638307582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2532449319638307582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2532449319638307582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-3967268721444369201</id><published>2010-06-13T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T03:54:00.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>The truth is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TBS3m8jxNkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ArL9g9iwhpU/s1600/tumblr_l3siwzX5zm1qc7qeco1_400+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TBS3m8jxNkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ArL9g9iwhpU/s320/tumblr_l3siwzX5zm1qc7qeco1_400+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482208526135801410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i want to hear this, someday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TBS3mRPPT6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/g5qsluhm9p0/s1600/tumblr_l3tcf6bWBK1qzr04eo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TBS3mRPPT6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/g5qsluhm9p0/s320/tumblr_l3tcf6bWBK1qzr04eo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482208514506968994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-3967268721444369201?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/3967268721444369201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=3967268721444369201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3967268721444369201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3967268721444369201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth-is.html' title='The truth is...'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TBS3m8jxNkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ArL9g9iwhpU/s72-c/tumblr_l3siwzX5zm1qc7qeco1_400+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4335719618067818351</id><published>2010-06-09T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:11:26.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vierra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>Vierra - Bersamamu (Covering 4 Dvr's bday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-65a6fecc2e758d04" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65a6fecc2e758d04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899872%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73ED8E2B81E51B65F41B55E1AF1FD9E0B26DEE74.72DA87FD6B383B18B57E9079C4DCC7B4EE2895DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65a6fecc2e758d04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnSbN-Ig51NqDRGsfjmsCAdjzOZc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65a6fecc2e758d04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899872%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73ED8E2B81E51B65F41B55E1AF1FD9E0B26DEE74.72DA87FD6B383B18B57E9079C4DCC7B4EE2895DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65a6fecc2e758d04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnSbN-Ig51NqDRGsfjmsCAdjzOZc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Video ini direcord tepat hari ini, siang ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.9 Juni '10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gue udh coba ngupload di FB dr jam 4 sore, berkali-kali tp failed mulu, sampe akhirnya gue beralih ke Blog hehee.. mayan lah:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gue dateng siang-siang naik motor ke sektor 4, smntr rumah gue di Serpong Bintaro. Gue sampe masuk angin bray -_- makasih untuk Anisa Destina yang udh ngijinin gue buat ngerekam video di kamarnya, dan Nadia Maulida yang udah mau beberapa kali ngulang take lagu ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Video cover ini emg ga perfect dan bagus-bagus banget, tapi yang penting kan niat nya. Suara gue adanya segitu sih wakakaak. Bayangin gue setia online drtd cm buat ngupload ini tepat di tgl 9 Juni 10. Kegagalan yg gue dpt, dr failed, disconnected and so on emg jengkelin bgt. Tp usaha gue ga mungkin stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devara mungkin belom liat semua greetings, semua video dan semua hal-hal yg gue blow up ke dunia maya. Tapi yaa at least, dia bkl tau belakangan, as a surprise. Bsk dia bakal pulang dr Singapore, jam 10 malem +/- sampe disini.  I hope everything's fine and i'll see him soon. VERY soon =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, tgl 9 hampir berakhir, last, happy birthday Devara! Wish u all the best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Labrador 479&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because no matter what happens, i'll always be there for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter what lies ahead, i'll stay the same&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter how old we'd get in time, i'll still love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter how ugly the truth is going to be, i'll always be yours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter what people say, i'll still believe in fate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter how bad our days are, i'll still be your mood-booster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll be 24-hours available&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you need affection and attention&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you need a listener and a crying shoulder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As long as you want me to...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're older now, and i wish you all the very best&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a nice ride. Enjoy your life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treasure each moment you spend with your family, friends and me =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4335719618067818351?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4335719618067818351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4335719618067818351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4335719618067818351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4335719618067818351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/vierra-bersamamu-covering-4-dvrs-bday.html' title='Vierra - Bersamamu (Covering 4 Dvr&apos;s bday)'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6733576776795198199</id><published>2010-06-08T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:21:45.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>Old dude Dev</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEV!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Akhirnya, gue udah ngantuk2 nunggu jam 12, sempet juga :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Semoga lo terhibur sama video2 dibawah ya, and i've text u ke hp mama mu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Good night ya! Love u&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/8915197439796789014-6733576776795198199?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6733576776795198199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6733576776795198199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6733576776795198199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6733576776795198199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-dude-dev.html' title='Old dude Dev'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2402332333878145420</id><published>2010-06-08T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:39:50.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my Devara II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77fd9451cc1df9b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77fd9451cc1df9b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899872%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40A79B2DBD71AF92C8A3A0A4C840ABDE64C4CC21.4D8264503CBD4042375F7046D472DFE233FFF821%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77fd9451cc1df9b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_U4CaoLGsbGwcE0naDQyXO3qLXg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77fd9451cc1df9b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899872%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40A79B2DBD71AF92C8A3A0A4C840ABDE64C4CC21.4D8264503CBD4042375F7046D472DFE233FFF821%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77fd9451cc1df9b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_U4CaoLGsbGwcE0naDQyXO3qLXg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another video :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you, Devara Putra Aryasta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gue ga tau ngontact lo lewat mana :( nelfon ke mama mu ga enak, tp hp km mati. Bbm kak cal juga mati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you'll like this video, pig! I've made 3 videos for you. Hope you'll love it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2402332333878145420?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2402332333878145420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2402332333878145420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2402332333878145420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2402332333878145420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-my-devara-ii.html' title='Happy Birthday my Devara II'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5147705041579237015</id><published>2010-06-08T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:16:06.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my Devara :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d7cdb03e64f5149" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d7cdb03e64f5149%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899872%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6332D8BBFD62F62A296A01333A37772CAF26C2B4.2BDB297DDE8895C047C67C5C2CF90F41B637FC0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d7cdb03e64f5149%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djgl3ncIkTIoVZynm2bD6IyRdWig&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d7cdb03e64f5149%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899872%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6332D8BBFD62F62A296A01333A37772CAF26C2B4.2BDB297DDE8895C047C67C5C2CF90F41B637FC0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d7cdb03e64f5149%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djgl3ncIkTIoVZynm2bD6IyRdWig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey goodnight everybody! I made this video just a moment ago from my sister's blackberry!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, sbnrnya Devara bsk ultah nya 9 Juni!!! Tp yah gapapa lah, dia di spore, gue mau jadi yg "kecepetan" ngucapin hoho. Cepet pulang ya dev, aku kangen sama kamu bgt :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU Dev, 4ever 7o9ether!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5147705041579237015?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5147705041579237015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5147705041579237015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5147705041579237015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5147705041579237015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-my-devara-d.html' title='Happy Birthday my Devara :D'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-7134839391534828668</id><published>2010-06-07T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T05:32:14.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovestory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>The strongest element in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TAzk3XVthFI/AAAAAAAAAqg/quoDQWe6dDc/s1600/tumblr_l39sfh3TJ51qa9u6ko1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TAzk3XVthFI/AAAAAAAAAqg/quoDQWe6dDc/s320/tumblr_l39sfh3TJ51qa9u6ko1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480006486412067922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey everybody! I spent my day in kak iren's house.. with fira riri bebby and kak ami.. What i'm going to write here is not quite different from my older posts.. I talked a lot, i shared a lot about my lovelife with kak ami and return, she shared so much about hers. And i was surprised and i found that we have a lot of similarity.. we're as tough as weak as everything we are. Okay lah let's start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue sama Kak Ami kan curhat2, sementara kak Iren bobo, Fira di dalem futu2 hahaha tulul. So i was there when she told how she fought the pain she never thought she'd get.. Dan ternyata banyak kesamaan yang gue temuin. kita sama-sama pernah rasain sakit dan ga enak nya di boongin, dimana posisinya ga ada yg bisa dilakuin lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know why i titled this post "The strongest element in the world"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you see, the brain takes control of everything inside of our body, even the beat of our heart. When your heart falls in love, then it can be made sure that your brain will lose its authority to take control of your heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Otak bisa buat bibir lo boong, tapi otak ga akan pernah bisa buat hati lo berpurapura ato boong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Org2 bisa maksa lo utk ngelakuin hal yg lo lakuin, mungkin when your argument's weaker and you lose, lo ngelakuin jg ga tulus. Contoh gampang bukan. Sama kayak waktu pilihan lo dlm hal apapun ga disetujui sama orang tua, yg seharusnya mensupport lo dan bisa jd temen. NO OFFENSE ya. something happened to me. yak lanjut, gue cerita banyak sama kak ami gitu kan, and we stated something, quite rash maybe but it sounded true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you love someone, truly, you won't be able to hurt them in return even if they have hurt you so badly. AND you'll find it easier to hurt yourself. Yaa seenggaknya ini yg pernah gue rasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Begitu kuat nya elemen ini sampe kadang hal-hal kecil pun bisa merubah hidup lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segitu kuatnya cinta, sampe bisa ngebuat lo berani ngadepin apa yang ada di dpn buat perjuangin apa yang mau lo pertahanin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segitu berartinya cinta, sampe orang2 munafik yang jijik membaca blog gua pun di dalem lubuk hatinya masih bisa bilang "ini bullshit"  tp tetep ngerasain hal yang sama hahahaah, let's try.. Ga bkl jauh2 dr sini. God made it so strong! God modified love with some kind of ultra-dynamic-monstrous-feeling.. Awsum!!! Okay2. I can't deny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when you fall in love, no matter what people say, no matter what your brain tries to convince you about, no matter what your parents say, no matter how painful the path you choose is, you'll be as strong as how God has made love to fill humanity with everything cheerful, enchanting and wonderful. Love is not useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You, Lord. for showing the way to find love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends and family, i know you guys have been in love before, and i hopelessly try to ask for SUPPORT, i don't wanna be pressured anymore. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TAzmMx59ccI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VItfoTpKCHw/s320/tumblr_l0txhkxMQC1qzsjsdo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This bride was praying, hoping that everything would be alright and her marriage would last forever. As how every girlfriend wants to have the best things in their lovelife with no one annoys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-7134839391534828668?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/7134839391534828668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=7134839391534828668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7134839391534828668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7134839391534828668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/strongest-element-in-world.html' title='The strongest element in the world'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TAzk3XVthFI/AAAAAAAAAqg/quoDQWe6dDc/s72-c/tumblr_l39sfh3TJ51qa9u6ko1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2452791157427884962</id><published>2010-06-03T16:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:22:50.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>Happy 11th Month, Dev</title><content type='html'>Today's 4th of June and this is the day when we finally reached our 11th month&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 11th month, Dev!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making me feel loved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing silly things to make me laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staring me dead in the eyes to make me smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always make me feel right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making me feel wrong and leaving a lot to learn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telling things that every girl would love to hear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Showing new things in such a rocking way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling me your wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the pain you've helped me to bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the sweet times you've let me in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the rides&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the sleepless nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the hard nights you've spent thinking to relieve my pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the mornings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheering me up in such a funny way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving a  lot to memorize&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making me strong enough to walk through everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holding my hand when i'm scared&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...being a lot like me =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting along with all my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, you make this all worth the fighting, the waiting, and the price i pay is worth the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The times i turned my back on you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The mess i made that let you down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Words i haven't said to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things i've done to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things i haven't done to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the wrongs i made&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hells i've put you through&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The song i haven't sung to you yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being imperfect for every situation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making some situations harder for you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pain i made&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The things i shouldn't say to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The time you spent trying to be a better man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the times you spent driving me home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being there when you need me mostly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...making you feel bad when i should've been your mood-maker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorry for doing things i shouldn't do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awet ya Devo! Me love u!!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2452791157427884962?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2452791157427884962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2452791157427884962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2452791157427884962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2452791157427884962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-11th-month-dev.html' title='Happy 11th Month, Dev'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4472236382911922225</id><published>2010-06-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:22:25.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Memilih</title><content type='html'>"Banyak pilihan dalem hidup, tapi apapun yang udah lo pilih, itulah yang takdir mau."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu lo milih jalan buat ngeraih mimpi-mimpi lo, pasti lo bakal ikhlas buat jalanin, bakal enjoy jalanin pilihan lo itu. Beda waktu orang deket lo maksa-maksa buat milih yang bukan pilihan lo. Ngejalaninnya juga pasti bakal beda. Setengah hati. Mungkin lo ikhlas, but you're going to realize then, i'm taking the risk that should've not found here, and i didn't want this. I don't want this. I hate this, or stuffs like that.. 2 hal yg sering dipusingin, hidup sm lagi-lagi cinta, hahaa as always. IF you could find anything beside those two things, i'd be happy to know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......Hidup.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banyak jalan menuju Roma, tp cuma beberapa jalan yang selamat ye.. Hahaha jayush. Banyak hal yg mesti di pilih, tapi emang makin kesini, makin tua, lo mesti bisa milih dan belajar tanggung jawab sama pilihan lo. Lo juga mesti bs perhitungin apa yg hrs lo lakuin apa yg engga. Belajar memilih ya....belajar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....Cinta....12345&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banyak jalan untuk menemukan cinta. Tp pilihan itu cuma ada 1.. Hahaha ya buat gue, kl buat player-player di luar sana sih pilihan itu disaring segimanapun tetep ujungnya banyak. Gakdeng, org2 blg NO, tp hati lo!!! Hati lo ngerasain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Udah ah bete gue, dilema asli.Byee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4472236382911922225?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4472236382911922225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4472236382911922225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4472236382911922225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4472236382911922225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/memilih.html' title='Memilih'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4747912662006603261</id><published>2010-06-01T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T02:27:59.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><title type='text'>The start of June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TATJawDJUNI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yFaIvW_muRs/s1600/snapshot+(33).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TATJawDJUNI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yFaIvW_muRs/s320/snapshot+(33).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477724508201242834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I captured this pic from http://www.cameroid.com and posed sweetly :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, it's the 1st day in June. And let's start this month with a good praying!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga dibulan ini, semuanya jadi lebih baik ya, begitu juga semoga insipirasi blogging gue kenceng ahahaha. Semoga kalian dpt semua yg terbaik, dan makin sering visit kesini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything will be fine and gets better in time. I'll be the same through the time, my Devara!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be a good friend. Be a good girlfriend. Be a good stranger. But this is all i am as a DAUGHTER. Like it or not, this is Janet Abigail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I always wonder why love makes us stronger even it's the same place it makes us dying. And i always wonder why can't old people see what teenage love looks like, how does it feel, and why can't we leave it. Please, someone's gotta expound a lot of these. Fate has chosen its plot, and i hope this was forever. I always hope for the best and afraid of losing what i've got is always haunting. There's a lot of you who wouldn't know me, that much. And i hope that this will help. I'm pretty bad at English, i don't understand grammar LOL. I'm good at loving and being a good friend. But it depends on YOU. It's a pretty fun thing to share my time with my boyfriend and friends. I don't really enjoy being at home, that's what my dad and mom should have known. I'm a &lt;b&gt;teen &lt;/b&gt;who's growing up, waaay older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i've learned about being in a relationship, having someone you'd like to keep forever, staying up late thinking about old days and tomorrows, laughing about something silly, dreaming about someone each and every day, falling in love with the same person each day, losing your arguments and statements, and well, a lot of things are hard to explain. It's like the entire world changes differently and you can do nothing, you can't help. Memories keeping you holding on. I've been in love for 11 months with a guy named Devara. Wish me a long-lasting relationship!! This 4th of June, we'll be having our 11th month. Oh almost forgot, my NEM for the National Examination was 36,75 and i'd like to enroll in 70 SHS. Wish me all the best, readers&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it's boring i'll be trying to find an escape, maybe watching movies and day-dreaming LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i'm not in the mood, i'll be spamming Twitter timeline, as always!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(255, 8, 152); line-height: 19px; "&gt;(‎​◦ˇ зˇ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(255, 8, 152); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#FF0898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;That's all for today, have a nice June&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/8915197439796789014-4747912662006603261?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4747912662006603261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4747912662006603261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4747912662006603261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4747912662006603261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/06/start-of-june-2010.html' title='The start of June 2010'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/TATJawDJUNI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yFaIvW_muRs/s72-c/snapshot+(33).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-7958226120152808956</id><published>2010-05-30T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:19:19.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>He came and made some changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;1. I used to wake up alone, with the alarms ringing out loud. But now he wakes me up with a phonecall each morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;2. I used to cry myself to sleep, but now i pray and smile before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;3. I used to be unfriendly, but now my heart is filled with joy that i am now smiling a lot, because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;4. I used to hate monday, but now i thank every Monday that will surely bring me to Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;5. I used to hate myself, for being the most unworthy teenage girl in town. But your presence changed my way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;6. I used to forget anything in a blink, but now i remember A LOT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;7. I used to be lonely, but now, even when i'm alone i always know that he's always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;8. I used to hate love, but then i just realized that every love has its own good and everyone needs love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;9. I used to be anti-social, but ever since you came, i feel better each time i look back to my past :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;10. I used to live in a monochrome TV screen and voiceless. But now, i sing a lot in every colorful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;11. I used to fake a smile to start a day. But now, i smile each time i wake up remembering that i'll spend each day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;12. I used to be a dreamer, but you woke me up and you keep me up, every single night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;13. I used to keep questioning about life and world. But now it's all clear that we do need somebody :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;14. I used to walk with my head down. Now with you holding my hand, i keep my head up with a smile on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;15. I used to moan when my heart hurt. Nowadays, i don't have to suffer alone. Your presence means a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-7958226120152808956?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/7958226120152808956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=7958226120152808956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7958226120152808956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7958226120152808956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-came-and-made-some-changes.html' title='He came and made some changes'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1580999089961114466</id><published>2010-05-29T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:55:56.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>Somebody, someone like you</title><content type='html'>I want somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who takes care when i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who smiles at me after he stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who shows the world in a better way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who talks wisely when i need to learn more about the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who tell his secrets, the secrets he never shared before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who puts me first in everything he does, in everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who wants me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who drives me home like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who tells me that he loves me, everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who makes everything feels okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who calls when something seems wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who tweets something pleasant about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1580999089961114466?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1580999089961114466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1580999089961114466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1580999089961114466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1580999089961114466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/05/somebody-someone-like-you.html' title='Somebody, someone like you'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-486319471853387609</id><published>2010-05-27T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T05:05:15.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovestory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>apa yang saya ketahui tentang cinta</title><content type='html'>Sesuai judul, gue mau nulis perspektif gue tentang cinta. Hahahaha hal yang biasanya mendewai hati remaja, disaat sepi galau dan senang.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya gue juga kurang bener ngerti, cinta tuh apa. Tapi yang gue tau, itu yang gue rasain. Cinta itu rasa yang ga bisa diatur, dikendaliin sama diberentiin paksa.Cinta itu buatan Yang Agung, untuk dinikmati, dibagi, disebarkan, dan dirasakan. Banyak yang mengataskan nama cinta untuk melakukan hal yang merugikan banyak orang. Tapi gue, gue ngatas namain cinta untuk mencapai apa yang gue mimpiin, hidup bahagia dimasa nya nanti. Gue rasa lo semua juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disini, gue nggak bicara umur. Setiap orang, dengan umur yang berbeda, kapasitas berpikir dan jangkuan pola pikir yang berbeda bisa punya opini yang juga berbeda. Jadi jangan  salahin gue, kalo ini ga sejalan sama kalian, karena belom tentu ini sama kaya pikiran kalian. Thanks for ur understanding, anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu lo pikir lo jatuh cinta, mungkin lo salah, lo cuma jatuh hati sama seseorang karena parasnya, karena lucunya, karena baiknya, karena lo kangen ada yang meratiin, karena lo capek sendiri, karena duitnya, karena faktor faktor lain yang lo harepin bisa lo dapetin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, beda, disaat lo bener-bener yakin itu cinta. Waktu lo bener-bener nggak bisa lepasin ketergantungan mood lo dari dia, waktu lo ga bisa jelasin apa yang lo rasain, waktu lo ga bisa kontrol emosi lo, waktu lo sendiri ngerasa takut kehilangan orang yang bukan milik lo sepenuhnya, waktu lo bisa berpikir tentang hal-hal yang seharusnya belom lo pikirin, waktu lo bisa ngelakuin hal yang lo pikir ga bisa lo lakuin, dan banyak lagi rasa yang aneh yang ga bisa lo jelasin di Twitter ato Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karena ini yang gue rasain sekarang. Seorang cowo yang nyata ada di hidup gue sekarang, yang hampir 1 tahun ngisi hari-hari gua, dan ga ada abisnya gue bicarain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue banyak belajar tentang hal ini. Hahaha hal-hal yang ngebuat gue tersenyum waktu hal-hal konyol ga lagi lucu buat gue. Dan sementara, hal-hal yang biasa bisa ngerusak mood gue dengan gitu jitu nya. Itu yang gue pertanyakan, kenapa cinta segitu mudahnya mengambil bagian penting di hidup gua. Gua ga pernah minta untuk jatuh cinta, tapi nyatanya, inilah gua dengan semua yang bisa gua share. Cinta itu salah satu dari takdir, look beside and see the one you've got that heaven has sent you from above, mereka lah yang dikirim dan digarisini buat ada sama lo sekarang, APAPUN kata orang-orang, entah kalian nggak cocok, dia begini begitu, kalian begini begitu, kalian ga bisa bersatu karena faktor mungkin keluarga. Tapi cinta itu butuh pengorbanan dan bukti. Perjuangin apa yang ada. Lakuin sebisa lo. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sampe dia bisa liat, kalo lo WORTH FIGHTING FOR, kalo lo pantes di perjuangin dan dipertahankan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Siapa bilang cinta itu mudah, cinta datang dengan segenap pertimbangan yang ga lo kira, dan menguras hati dan duit hahahaha. Untungnya gue ga matre -_- hayo yg matre jgn kesindir yaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya nanti "lo" baca, semoga lo bisa rasain yang gue rasain, semoga kita ngerasain hal yang sama, rencana-rencana masa depan kita, rencana-rencana konyol yang kita buat, hahaha semoga ada buktinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pesen gue untuk kalian, para remaja haahaah, jangan capek untuk mencintai orang yang ada disamping lo, atau ada jauh di depan sana. Jangan capek untuk ngejar dan nunjukin kalo dia dicintai, setiap harinya. Jangan pernah meminta balik, sebelum lo jadi orang yang patut dicintai :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-486319471853387609?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/486319471853387609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=486319471853387609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/486319471853387609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/486319471853387609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/05/apa-yang-saya-ketahui-tentang-cinta.html' title='apa yang saya ketahui tentang cinta'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4298278703617832877</id><published>2010-05-25T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:21:45.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>10 wishes from thousands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;1. I wish i could freeze the time when  you're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;2. I wish i could make you stay forever like there was nothing better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;3. I wish i could spend a night to sleep beside you on the front seat of your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;4. I wish you could share your blanket and your bed, we could only lay along time, laugh at each other and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;5. I wish i could find a better thing to explain to you. To make this easier for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;6. I wish you'd stay the same, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;7. I wish i could find you a love that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;8. I wish i could make you feel different......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;9. I wish you read every tweet i've tweeted for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;10. I wish i knew how to tweet thousands of reason much more better than this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4298278703617832877?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4298278703617832877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4298278703617832877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4298278703617832877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4298278703617832877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-wishes-from-thousands.html' title='10 wishes from thousands'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5322826622613299138</id><published>2010-05-25T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T04:48:07.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>Takdir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah takdirnya gue mesti jadi Janet. Takdirnya gue punya bokap nyokap lebay. Takdirnya gue berbadan semok ga kaya Megan Fox. Takdirnya gue begini begitu. And you know what, imma do what i do and WHETHER you like it or not. Ga ada yang bisa rubah gue, apa yang ada di gue, apa yang gue mau dan apa yang hati gue bilang. And what you people need to know, even if i'm not that good girl, i never want to involve anybody, i just wanna be me, namanya juga remaja haaha gue cuma mau nemuin jati diri, sah ilaaah. Bkn masalah bad influence atau apalah itu, tapi masalah gue mau jadi kayak gimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara main gue yaa biasa, selayaknya 2010 hahaha. Gausah pada muna lah disini. Gue ga risihin lo pada asal kita main fair, gue di ladang gue, lo di ladang lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, takdir, kata nyokap gue, lahir hidup mati udah ada yang atur. Berarti.... apapun yang gue punya sekarang itu juga udah di atur. Apa yang udah gue lewatin juga udah diatur. Gue sama temen-temen gue, udah di atur. Gue sama &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devara &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;juga udah diatur dong, orang-orang yang nentang.... ya ngelawan takdir lah itungannya, NO OFFENSE. Gue kaya gini, udah di atur juga, kalo mau rubah gue.... yaa don't mess with me, mess with my Maker. God has done a lot for me, i've done nothing to please Him, i'm just a sinner, but thank for everything God :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OFFENSE. This post untuk.... ya beberapa orang yang semoga aja suatu saat bisa ngrti. Bye all. Gonna type something here, soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5322826622613299138?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5322826622613299138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5322826622613299138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5322826622613299138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5322826622613299138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/05/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2597694811761150269</id><published>2010-05-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:55:28.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>Why so hard to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sY9GMwJOI/AAAAAAAAApE/izIybsTnYHI/s1600/sweet_dreams__by_naughtydreadss_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sY9GMwJOI/AAAAAAAAApE/izIybsTnYHI/s320/sweet_dreams__by_naughtydreadss_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474997209914156258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;When we sleep like this and when reality can't wake us up&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having the best sleep ever&lt;br /&gt;When i open my eyes and turn around, i see you laying still beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWxpBZspI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Wq0tMfx0JDs/s1600/20090706022923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWxpBZspI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Wq0tMfx0JDs/s320/20090706022923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474994814080103058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we hug like this, i know that i'm holding someone who's worth fight for&lt;br /&gt;And that's the best part in life that sometimes you don't realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWxGqDfLI/AAAAAAAAAos/u6gxGr_fo8A/s1600/z207504509_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWxGqDfLI/AAAAAAAAAos/u6gxGr_fo8A/s320/z207504509_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474994804855372978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we spend our time, singing our song and you playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing but when you're around, i just can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWws760VI/AAAAAAAAAok/jZLcdzq_-aU/s1600/20090116231945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWws760VI/AAAAAAAAAok/jZLcdzq_-aU/s320/20090116231945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474994797950980434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember when we stood in the center of the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;We ignored what they did.....&lt;br /&gt;We ignored what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWwHAfXGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/dJLGXHyDIeE/s1600/29m4m80_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWwHAfXGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/dJLGXHyDIeE/s320/29m4m80_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474994787769605218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember when we drove somewhere, anywhere by your motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;We got no conversation, all we got is silence but with the golden smiles in our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWviqyk6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/x0YdizBY3ao/s1600/14vjsc4_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sWviqyk6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/x0YdizBY3ao/s320/14vjsc4_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474994778014913442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember those silly faces we captured&lt;br /&gt;Remember those silly moments we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;The times when we laughed at each other&lt;br /&gt;When we couldn't hide how happy we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sY8rBKuXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/TOn1urnwDIg/s1600/20090122130040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sY8rBKuXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/TOn1urnwDIg/s320/20090122130040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474997202617809266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, will you grow old with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2597694811761150269?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2597694811761150269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2597694811761150269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2597694811761150269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2597694811761150269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-so-hard-to-forget.html' title='Why so hard to forget'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S_sY9GMwJOI/AAAAAAAAApE/izIybsTnYHI/s72-c/sweet_dreams__by_naughtydreadss_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8324244952659678273</id><published>2010-05-15T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:34:17.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>Reasons why she's worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S--C5TQvceI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5uFMnE4_Z1w/s1600/20081109153957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S--C5TQvceI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5uFMnE4_Z1w/s320/20081109153957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471735993213088226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch and learn dude.. You know, girls are unreadable, they sometimes hide their feeling to avoid worse conditions. and they often lie to you guys. Like when she says she's okay maybe she's just really not, and hoping that you'd come to her and ask her in a sweeter way i don't know. But if you have someone you love sooo much and you think you've been dong her wrong. Maybe this will help. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;1. she stayed awake to be someone to talk with while you drove along those empty road at 3 A.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;2. remember how she smiled after you yelled at her with bad words? wasn't she still pretty with the tears on her eyes?&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;3. she made your life worth while, the fight, the tears, and the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;4. she keeps being nice, no matter how you've been. even when you cheated behind her back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;5. she cleaned your sweat on the forehead. with her own hand when other girls grinned and said "yuck!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;6. she always hug you gently, related to the fact that she doens't want to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;7. she made your sister's English speech note. she made your brother's writing homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;8. she always bear  the pain you cause, alone. even though you ever said that she'd never be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;9. she loves you more every after her downpour tears, when you break your promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;10. and she STAYS the same, even you KEEP breaking her heart. isn't that enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;11. she wants forever, even she have seen how you worked it out, it's like you don't wanna be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;12. bcs she never forgets to say goodnight and wishing you a ight sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;13. she puts you first, all she know is that you're worth it. how about you dude? do you put her first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;14. she dresses like what you've told her to. she changed to what you'd like her to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;15. The last, bcs she completely let you in, FOR FREE. without any terms and conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADDitional:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;16. she has been tweeting a lot about you to make you realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;17. she's been trying too hard to be the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;18. she treats you motherly. and if you see, she never makes you feel ignored or something worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;19. she keeps telling you the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;20. she's always there to comfort you, even not for every hour in your day. she's open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;21. you're always good in her eyes, no matter how bad you are in other people's sight of seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Once you waste them you'll lose the chance to be the luckiest guy ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Think over, dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8324244952659678273?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8324244952659678273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8324244952659678273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8324244952659678273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8324244952659678273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/05/reasons-why-shes-worth-it.html' title='Reasons why she&apos;s worth it'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S--C5TQvceI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5uFMnE4_Z1w/s72-c/20081109153957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2831483918384945918</id><published>2010-04-25T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T05:52:49.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1908'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Bilingual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S9QyKs9oF2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/LMFgiCpIgI0/s1600/24808_1410888958108_1409025713_1114831_6518861_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey people! I'm back, bringing you photos to adore :P heheee....well this is my class' photoshoots for our yearbook. I'm now blogging with no pressure about UAN. but i'm now feeling worse bcs i'm not ready to say goodbye to my class and to my XILIF1908 :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S9QyKs9oF2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/LMFgiCpIgI0/s320/24808_1410888958108_1409025713_1114831_6518861_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464047407356974946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S9Q5edjXn0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/tKiOMsuQDsg/s1600/24808_1410851597174_1409025713_1114672_1966026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S9Q5edjXn0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/tKiOMsuQDsg/s320/24808_1410851597174_1409025713_1114672_1966026_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464055443399089986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S9Q5eMQ7QiI/AAAAAAAAAno/BDwVie6YCC4/s1600/24808_1410846157038_1409025713_1114646_7289611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S9AwtY8NPvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/u9Ci9BhQcuY/s320/57569961_1270837001_taKn1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462919904347635442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;1. Because i can't let go what we've shared together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;2. Because everyday will be different without you, no text, no phone call, no smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;3. Because forgetting you is something i never learned to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;4. You're like my favorite hours in 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;5. Because you're making me feel like i was born to be perfect for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;6. Because you're where i've set my life living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;7. Because it hurts thinking to go through days without you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;8. Because my sisters love you and wish they had a brother like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;9. Because you're the one who keeps me up at night and wakes me up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;10. Because i can't seem to think about anything else beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;11. At least, remember me, don't forget my presence.... and stay...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Am i asking so much from you? Remember me and stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear, Devara Putra Aryasta&lt;br /&gt;4th July 09 - Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-3699571396370775951?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/3699571396370775951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=3699571396370775951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3699571396370775951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3699571396370775951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2010/04/reasons-why-im-staying-for-you.html' title='Reasons why i&apos;m staying for you'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/S9AwtY8NPvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/u9Ci9BhQcuY/s72-c/57569961_1270837001_taKn1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2142337003943725531</id><published>2009-12-29T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:38:44.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2142337003943725531?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2142337003943725531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2142337003943725531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2142337003943725531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2142337003943725531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/12/surat-botol.html' title='Happy Belated New Year'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2625408381895387640</id><published>2009-12-29T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:03:26.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Sincerely, i wrote this post for you guys</title><content type='html'>Hey dear readers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW merry belated christmas. sorry ya gue lama gak posting keaknya hehe gue lagi gak mood bgt soalnya. I'm back, here with a broken heart and waiting for someone i have always expected to heal me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i have been very busy spending my time to relieve this pain :(&lt;br /&gt;1. Gimana sih rasanya lu kalo lo mesti liat org yg lo syg ngindar? Terlihat nggak peduli, dan emang nggak butuh lo lagi? Apa rasanya? Tell me. Apa yang lo rasain dalam sekejap mata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Apa rasanya waktu mereka bahkan memperlakukan lo kayak tempat buangan, tempat pelampiasin rasa sakit yang lo bahkan nggak tau mereka kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pernah nggak lo ada di posisi gue? &lt;strong&gt;Denger kata sayang tapi nggak terasa disayang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lo tau nggak rasanya waktu gue.... sounds absurd begging for someone i thought would always be there????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry gue emosi banget. Gue cuma mau berbagi aja sama kalian. Kalo kalian sayang sama orang, udah deh lupain yang namanya hati lu buat lu, egois, sama apalah itu yg negatif2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kasih semua hati lu, jangan pamrih dan baru lo boleh berharap banyak. Bukan minta loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sayangi mereka selembut mungkin. Sebisa mungkin lu buat mereka merasa disayang. BIARPUN ujungnya mereka jijik sama lu, ngerasa lo lebay. UDAH! bodo amat. Lo bakal nyesel kalo at last mereka cuma tau lo yg nggak syg segitunya sama lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak banget pelajaran yang gue dapetin, banyak banget. Ternyata hal-hal duniawi nggak semuanya bisa gue dapetin. Ternyata perasaan itu kosong, cuma dilapisin sama kata-kata yg jadi power. HAHAHAHA. Oke gue rasa gue gila. Kalian tau, menyakiti itu tidak baik, dan kalian juga harus tahu, bertahan itu sulit. Sekarang, gue bertahan tanpa bantuan, cuma temen-temen yang nguatin aja. Gue mempertahankan permainan ganda dengan hanya 1 pemain. WOW. Gila nggak? Gue bukan mau FRONTAL, NONO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess, this pain is killing me. This hurts so bad, and i don't think that i can make it through the days in-front. But did you know? Time would help, anywhen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make things worse, that's why i haven't told him yet how i feel by now. Gue cuma mau dia merasa kalo gue nggak papa, biarpun dengan kayak gini, jujur, sakit. I love him so much, as much as how i loved him at the start. This sounds crazy, but holding on will be so much better than if i have to let go. I don't want to be selfish, but... gimana ya? &lt;strong&gt;Terkadang, emang manusia suka nggak sadar kadang mereka sendiri lah POKOK masalahnya.&lt;/strong&gt; Dan gue rasa untuk hal ini, itu gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan emang nggak bisa bohong, gue sebenernya bertanya-tanya. Kenapa cinta masih aja nggak adil? &lt;strong&gt;Masih aja nggak bisa stop perlakuin banyak sekali orang yang berhak untuk dicintai dengan tidak menyenangkan?&lt;/strong&gt; Tapi ya itulah, dunia emang banyak misteri. &lt;strong&gt;I say love, it's not a reminder, it's not a daily routine, it's not a big thing. But i care so much. &lt;/strong&gt;Tapi kalo udah saatnya tiba, ANEHNYA, cinta lah yang memperbaiki keadaan hahaha. Lucu abis gila parah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTINYA, pada saat menyayangi, inget ya, sesakit apapun, jauhkan mereka dari rasa itu :P Jangen buat mereka rasain kalo diperlakukan keak gitu itu sakit. Buat mereka rasain kalo mereka di sayang dan berarti. It's love, men. Love never ask a paycheck and payback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow mereka ya di Twitter.com:&lt;br /&gt;Maya: @mayamartha&lt;br /&gt;Fira: @FiraMzy&lt;br /&gt;Farsya: @FarsyaZsiregar&lt;br /&gt;Cinta: @cintaxxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2625408381895387640?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2625408381895387640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2625408381895387640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2625408381895387640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2625408381895387640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/12/sincerely-i-wrote-this-post-for-you.html' title='Sincerely, i wrote this post for you guys'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6803429913411061434</id><published>2009-12-20T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:05:34.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Super Cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QKk_JTJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-aUIgV5l5HQ/s1600-h/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417496281919081618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QKk_JTJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-aUIgV5l5HQ/s320/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2012:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Film ini emang ngundang kontroversi. Cuman ya kan gue penasaran :P jadi gue nonton. Dan believe it or not gue ngocorin air mata, gila-gilaan. I saw there, families are in bond, tightly. Their hearts, their souls and their feelings. They were all so close. I saw there, that money won't help us from falling apart, death and.. The End of The World, or we can make it easier to say CATASTROPHE. Buat gue..visual effect nya WOW..ah sial abis nganga. Kapan ya gue bisa keak gitu, something's made up but seen real. Salute for them. Applause bgt deh. Disini gue belajar, LAGI-LAGI, &lt;strong&gt;kalo ternyata kita itu semua satu&lt;/strong&gt;. Pada akhirnya kita semua akan dihancurkan bersama. Akan dihakimi bersama. Tahu si orang gila di Yellowstone, dia sendiri yang bilang kalo kita semua akan menjadi satu pada akhirnya, dan itu fakta. Gue jg belajar, itu lah masalah besar &lt;em&gt;di dunia&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;hanya orang yang memiliki kursi, tahta, dan juga uang yang bisa diperlakukan menyenangkan adil dan juga bertahan&lt;/strong&gt;. Padahal seharusnya,setiap individu kan punya kesempatan yang sama (untuk bertahan hidup, fight for their lives and rights di dlm film ini). Dan disini, mari kita luruskan, di film itu juga diperlihatkan, ternyata China lah yang membangun bahtera-bahtera itu, dan China lah tempat dimana bahtera itu ditempatkan. SEE! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;! My mom was like: "I've told you honey, you should learn Chinese" :)). I just pray, and hope, kita bakal "kompak" jauh sebelum Akhir Jaman. AHOOOO amin.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QKOYJmoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zMf2Ew94EGU/s1600-h/Twilight%2520New%2520Moon%2520teaser%2520movie%2520poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417496275849943682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QKOYJmoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zMf2Ew94EGU/s320/Twilight%2520New%2520Moon%2520teaser%2520movie%2520poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Twilight Saga: New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey Twihards, Twihearts, Robsessed, TLFans, atau ya.. Anti-Twilight :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gue sebenernya gak terlalu addict, tp gue akuin emang gue suka banget. Selain karena Taylor Lautner sama Robert Pattinson nya emang Hot Hunks bgt, gara-gara ceritanya, agak thriller gitu, cuman drama sama romance nya juga nyeimbangin makannya, mainin perasaan bgt. Just wanna say, gue belajar buat menyayangi tanpa batas.... hm, dan harus bisa bertanggung jawab (taken from: Edward left Bella in pain, and just showed up occasionally to say smthg. He didn't come to heal, but he did came with a trigger for Bella to risk her life in danger"&lt;br /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QKEH7S9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/ITy3tzzdRng/s1600-h/avatar_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417496273097542610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QKEH7S9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/ITy3tzzdRng/s320/avatar_poster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AVATAR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I loveee this movie!! Seriously. Film ini ngebuat otak gue berputar ke segala arah, dan membuka lapisan mata yang membutakan beberapa hal. Manusia emang perusak, emang egois, emang perenggut. Manusia merusak dan tanpa rasa bersalah terus mencari apa bisa mereka rusak dan gerogoti. Termasuk "tanah asing" yang bukan menjadi hak mereka. Avatar, Jake Sully, fortunately just opened his eyes and realized that things and started helping those Pandora natives. &lt;strong&gt;Disini diperlihatkan, bagaimana manusia menghancurkan tanah Pandora, bagaimana senjata bisa berkuasa, bagaimana kekompakan bisa menolong, dan bagaimana cinta bisa merubah sudut pandang&lt;/strong&gt;. Buat gue, film ini bagus banget, visual effect yang ngebuat bibir gue diem nganga, ngebuat gue sedih seneng deg-degan lebay norak dan segala macem. Gue gak bisa cerita banyak, cuman coba deh you guys MUST watch this movie. I was thinking about watching this movie for the 2nd time :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QJmJfgeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qSKeHUiNaNw/s1600-h/sangpemimpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417496265051046370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QJmJfgeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qSKeHUiNaNw/s320/sangpemimpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;SANG PEMIMPI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sang Pemimpi.. 3 bocah sekawan yang memiliki cita-cita untuk sekolah ke Paris. Biarpun ended up, hanya Aray dan Lintang yang bisa pergi kesana, meninggalkan Jimron di kampung halamannya. Mereka pergi ke Eropa dengan "kuda-kuda" Jimron. Kalian harus nonton film ini. Nyokap gue sampe terkesima banget, &lt;strong&gt;gimana ajaibnya mimpi bisa membawa kita ke tempat yang tadinya hanya ada di pikiran dan angan dan gimana mimpi bisa menjadi fondasi kuat yang memantapkan hati untuk meraih sesuatu, padahal mimpi...hanyalah buah tidur, hanyalah something's unreal.&lt;/strong&gt; Asal hati mantap, kuat, dan nggak peduli apa yang menghadang, nggak takut sama jatuh bangun mengambil segala resiko yang ada, semuanya bisa diraih. HAH film ini ngebuat gue mantap untuk bermimpi kerja di belakang layar Hollywood, ataupun menjadi designer INDONESIA yg bersanding dengan designer mancanegara, bahkan menjadi geologist sepert Adrian (2012 Movie) pun ada di pikiran gue WOHOOO, terlalu tinggi memang tp.. nggak ada salahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6803429913411061434?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6803429913411061434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6803429913411061434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6803429913411061434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6803429913411061434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-cool.html' title='Super Cool.'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/Sy7QKk_JTJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-aUIgV5l5HQ/s72-c/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4555789466304470284</id><published>2009-12-16T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:11:54.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifetime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>L.I.F.E</title><content type='html'>Hidup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang bisa lo pikirin begitu lo denger kata hidup? Apa yang bisa lo banyangin begitu lo berpikir tentang hidup? Jujur, gue nggak bisa bilang banyak. Gue Cuma bisa bilang kalo hidup itu sementara yang diisi sama banyak hal indah diikuti sederet hal-hal yang juga menyakiti.Hidup ini memang memiliki banyak kemungkinan, tau apa yang salah? &lt;strong&gt;Kita lebih sering memikirkan resiko dan juga hasil yang negative, dan secara tidak sadar menutup pikiran kita untuk kemungkinan terbaik yang MEMILIKI kemungkinan untuk terjadi.&lt;/strong&gt; Setiap sudut pandang yang dimiliki manusia, tidak ada yang salah, gue gak bisa bilang sudut pandang lo salah dan sebagainya, karna kaca mat ague, kaca mata lo, jangkauan gue, jangkauan lo, itu berbeda, biarpun mungkin poin nya hanya 0,1. Itu dihitung sebagai keunikan manusia, tak ada yg menyamai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara apa yang membuat lo takut untuk melangkah:&lt;br /&gt;-          Kesalahan&lt;br /&gt;-          Cerita hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama. Kesalahan. Lo jatuh ke dalam lubang besar. NAH!!! Kalo lo bilang kesalahan itu ada untuk membuat lo menghindari lubang itu,untuk tidak jatuh lagi. Lo salah. Why??? &lt;strong&gt;Because that hole is never meant to be avoided, but to be examined and to make you learn OVER and OVER again&lt;/strong&gt;. Lo jatuh ke dalam kesalahan untuk belajar lebih banyak, belajar tentang hal-hal yg sebelumnya belum lo dapatkan. Bukan untuk menghindari. Lo jatuh kesitu untuk mengetahui apa yang terjadi, apa yang ada di situ, beradaptasi dan mengebalkan diri membuat masalah itu bukan lagi masalah untuk lo. Lo adalah pengecut!! Kalo lo menghindarinya, lo bukan manusia ber-courage. Lo terlalu takut untuk melihat resiko dan hasil yang lebih baik. Keraguan itu yang membuat lo takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua. Kesalahan hidup. Kesalahan atau pengalaman hidup yang salah yang mereka alami, sebelum lo. Bukan lah pelajaran untuk lo. Mungkin pepatah bilang “Lebih baik mencegah daripada mengobati” Tapi gue rasa kalian cukup berpikiran dan nggak lupa kalo pepatah juga bilang &lt;strong&gt;“You will never know if you never try”.&lt;/strong&gt; Lo pilih phrase yang pertama, lo itu…penakut. Lo pilih phrase ke 2. YEAHHH ini dia, manusia yang gak pernah takut untuk hal baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lo hidup dibawah bayangan orang lain, dibawah kisah, cerita orang lain. Yang belum tentu sama nantinya sama hidup lo. Jangan buat cerita menyedihkan itu jadi benteng besar, kalo lo takut, &lt;strong&gt;LO GAK AKAN PERNAH TAU GIMANA INDAHNYA DUNIA INI.&lt;/strong&gt; Dan &lt;strong&gt;LO GAK AKAN PERNAH TAU SEBERAPA JAHATNYA DUNIA.&lt;/strong&gt; Percaya sama gue, lo gak akan pernah ngerasa ALL OUT!!! Lo hidup untuk lo, juga hidup untuk hal-hal dan orang-orang yang sayang sama lo, yang lo sayangi dan untuk mereka yang patut lo pertahankan dan lo perjuangkan keberadaannya. Jangan pernah lo bilang lo salah, no, bukan, lo cuma BELUM mengerti, lo Cuma butuh waktu untuk belajar banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua hidup berdampingan, we all meant to be one. And don’t let anything to be on your way. Live your life like you’ll die tomorrow. Learn a lot, and never feel afraid to see what next. To face chaos and to face what might hurt you. You guys have to be like…a kind of motivator for others. And don’t ever you feel afraid to stare and to look around. POSSIBILITIES ARE AROUND. Good or bad you’ll never know. No one knows. If they have never been there, and IF they never try.Don’t close your mind don’t fill your mind with negative thoughts but balance it with positive thoughts. You’ll feel better. OKAY? Thanks. This is my own perspective and this isn’t wrong. Setiap perspective itu beda. Belajar lah membuka paradigm-paradigma baru, bukan menyalin kisah hidup orang lain melainkan membuat cerita baru dan terus belajar. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4555789466304470284?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4555789466304470284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4555789466304470284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4555789466304470284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4555789466304470284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html' title='L.I.F.E'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8098689909361759121</id><published>2009-12-14T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:44:59.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail Riot'/><title type='text'>Perbedaan</title><content type='html'>1 kata bermakna luas, dan 1 kata yang bakal susah buat lo hadapin. 1 kata yang membentengi kita semua untuk bersatu. Ada Bhineka Tunggal Ika, tp phrase itu pun meaningless. Useless. It doesn't work in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue bertanya-tanya kenapa perbedaan nggak bisa nyatuin kita, kenapa perbedaan malah memperjelas perbedaan yang sudah ada, dan membuat itu terlihat kontras. Gue disini, sebagai pelajar, gue nggak bisa bilang banyak, mungkin pengalaman gue masih dikit, tapi gue rasa perspective gue bukan perspective anak remaja brainless yang bisanya cuman ngegaul kemana mana kok, gue cukup punya pikiran, dan ya gue rasa gue emang belom bisa menjawab pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang ada di kepala gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERBEDAAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pengen kalian. Setelah baca ini, mau belajar untuk ngompres kesenjangan sosial yang ada di lingkungan kalian, gue pengen nggak ada lagi perbedaan mencolok antar suku budaya etnis RAS suku dan AGAMA. Gue nggak mau lagi denger racism-racism gitu ataupun perkataan kotor tentang SARA. Gue pengen kita, sebagai generasi penerus, nggak lagi membedakan satu sama yang lain. &lt;strong&gt;Taken from 2012 MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt;, it's not right to hate others, because the differences between both of you. And it kills me to see some wars some fights are triggered by those unimportant difference which meant to be just one. I don't want to see us fall apart bcs of these differences. Gue cuma pengen kita semua nyatu, perbedaan perbedaan yg biasanya jd bahan CAK CAKan gak lagi di permasalahkan. KENAPA gak bisa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8098689909361759121?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8098689909361759121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8098689909361759121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8098689909361759121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8098689909361759121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/12/perbedaan.html' title='Perbedaan'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-3194037035025285465</id><published>2009-11-13T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:53:34.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>My lowest point..</title><content type='html'>Hey readers! I’m gonna tell you a damned tale about the lowest point of my life, in this year. Kayaknya sih. Rasanya pengen ke 2008 lagi, terus skip ke 2010. Gue lagi males ngetik abis ada beberapa penghambat nih, gue lebih aktif di twitter dan, banyak masalah yg agaknya menggumpal ya di benak sampe hmm sesak cekalee. Let me share beberapa pelajaran yang gue bisa dapetin dan resapin. Oke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue belajar maybe &lt;strong&gt;we gotta keep trying to find out whether the chance has come yet or not,&lt;/strong&gt; but… ternyata nggak segampang yang gue kira, &lt;strong&gt;butuh keberanian yang besar kalo mau nyoba lagi, mau bangkit lagi, dang ngambil resiko besar yang ada,&lt;/strong&gt; we’ve known it, nah itu lah biggest fear nya. Sekarang.. ya hidup gue lagi gini gini aja, belajar, dimarahin, telat pm, males belajar, cabut pm, pacaran, berantem sm pacar, selek sama temen, masalah keluarga dan mimpiin hal hal yang gakbisa gue capai dalam waktu dekat ini. Bukan mau hyperbole atau gimana, cuman belakangan ini gue ngerasa…….. &lt;strong&gt;RINGKIH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Dikit-dikit nangis, dikit-dikit ngamuk, dikit-dikit marah, dan dikit-dikit kasar, dikit-dikit ngambek, dikit-dikit putus asa, dan sebagainya lah, hah nggak karuan dan messed up!. &lt;strong&gt;MESSED UP!&lt;/strong&gt; Kalo bisa mati suri, bener deh tolong bentar aja gue mau ke Dreamland aja yang bisa semau gue -____- Masalah keluarga, ya begitu lah, perbedaan pola pikir orang tua, perbedaan pola pikir gue sama mereka, yang keaknya makin lama, makin sulit ketemu titik temu nya, gue coba buat stay cool aja, mungkin dengan kayak gitu beban yang ada bakal lebih ringan sedikit. Masalah sekolah, karena focus ke beberapa hal yang bener bener gue take care of. Gue takut UAN gue takut nggak lulus, selayaknya banyak anak anak kelas 3 tingkatan SMP SMA. Takut nggak dapet sekolah yg bagus, takut org tua kecewa, Gue masih labil dan bingung gimana cari waktu dan masih &lt;strong&gt;BERHARAP semua yang ada di deket gue bisa ngerti kondisi gue, bisa ngebuat gue lebih semangat ngejalanin ini semua.&lt;/strong&gt; Hah tapi ternyata jarang banget yang mau ngerti. Susah untuk bangkit ternyata. Masalah temen, ya gue pengen bisa nolong 2 org terdekat gue yang ada di ujung tanduk, masalah hidup yang banyak terus kurang nya rasa peduli yang MEREKA BISA LIAT, mmm gimana ya ngebantu mereka, masalahnya mereka juga nggak mau bantu diri sendiri……. Masalah lovelife, gue sama Devara hamper 4 bulan coy, and well he said this is the longest term he has ever done, thank God gue bisa ngerasain ini semua, emang ada sakit nya sih ada nusuk nusuk nya juga ada sesek dan ada nangis nya juga ‘-‘ tapi I don’t mind, he has taught me to be a stronger person in such complicated situations and I hope he will still help me to, I mean, he won’t ever ever think to leave. Hm jujur nih, gue.....lagi agak bosen blogging wkwkkw :P bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-3194037035025285465?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/3194037035025285465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=3194037035025285465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3194037035025285465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/3194037035025285465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-lowest-point.html' title='My lowest point..'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2511668555141342787</id><published>2009-11-13T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:49:29.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Sakitnya jadi sabar</title><content type='html'>Nah gue rasa banyak dari kalian yang bakal setuju sama title gue yang ini, Dimana lo nggak bisa ngeluarin perasaan lo yang sebenernya, nggak bisa jujur sama diri lo sendiri, nggak bisa ngelawan apa yang lo nggak mau, dimana lo ngerasain sakitnya ngeliat things are going around but not in the way that you expect. Dalem hal apapun, masalah keluarga lovelife dan temen-temen, sakit emang waktu lo nyoba untuk lebih sabar (kuat), banyak hal yang mesti dikorbanin, dan yang paling berat itu ngorbanin perasaan lo, perasaan yang berkata ABC tapi mesti lo tutupin, mesti lo palsuin menjadi CBA to fit best with the situation. Gue beberapa kali kayak gini, bener-bener NGGAK ENAK, rasanya mau cut it off tapi mesti diselesain dan dijalanin sampe akhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, gue suka kesel sama ortu gue, mereka seringkali ngekang gue kalo mau kemana mana, paham mereka itu: “Emang mesti apa sekali dalem tiap minggu kamu keluar?” ITU!!! Gue tau banyak paham-paham lain, dan mungkin beberapa dari kalian keak “Apasih!?!?” waktu denger paham-paham aneh itu. Gue juga gitu, sama. Gue kesel, kenapa banyak dari temen-temen gue adem ayem aja kalo minta tolong untuk jalan, bahkan begitu pulang ortunya pada nanya “Gimana tadi kalian? Seru? Ngapain aja? Ketemu ayang nggak? Begini nggak? Gitu nggak?”Kalo gue? “Kamu ini anak cewe pulang malem terus begini begitu belajar enggak apa ini itu itu maunya apa blahblablah” Sampe kebal gue!!! Sementara, gue Cuma bisa diem ngedumel dalem hati “Gue ikutin mau kalian, gue les, gue ikutin mau kalian ikut lomba ini itu, bahkan juara kelas juga gue dapet, belajar, at least ada baca buku ajaaa, gue juga jalanin biarpun kadang bolong. Tapi kalian nggak pernah mau tau. Gue sibuk dan gue juga capek sama sekolah butuh refreshing emang kalian tau? Kalian pernah ajak refreshin? Engga kan? Nggak ada tuh kita keak keluarga lain yang hang out bareng kemana mana, jawaban kalian males”. Lagi-lagi mental gue tahan, udahlah diem aja daripada tambah runyam. Sedih sesedihnya ya, di lingkungan terkecil aja gue nggak bisa minta apa yang gue mau. Dan, yang namanya shopping spree sama keluarga ato dining gitu gitu, skrg tuh hampir nggak pernah. Perasaan gue bilang mau, tapi karena keadaannya keak gitu ya hati bilang males. Resolusi gue SMA, gue mau bisa manage waktu buat main dan belajar dan jarang ada dirumah. Gue mau main dan nggak mau sia-siain waktu remaja gue. &lt;strong&gt;Gue mau berprestasi banggain orang tua tp gue mau punya quality time buat diri gue sendiri dan bareng temen temen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gue tau sekarang mungkin kesabaran gue belom dapet hasil, tapi gue yakin seyakin yakinnya, begitu umur gue udah nampol mereka, baru deh, gue bisa semenamena. Dan begitu saat itu dateng gue jadi nggak lepas kendali dalem bergaul. AMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di masalah lovelife, sering banget gue temuin beberapa dari temen gue yang cerita “Tapi mereka begini net, gue kan pengen diperhatiin” ato “Tapi kan gue nggak ngarepin itu, gue pengen ini aja cukup”. &lt;strong&gt;Mereka bisa open up sama gue tapi nggak bisa open up sama pacar mereka. DAN ITU CARA YANG SALAH. Totally Wrong!&lt;/strong&gt; Justru harusnya kalian open up ke pacar kalian, kalian bilang semua perasaan kalian, unek unek dan rasa ngeganjel di hati kalian. Siapa tau yang mereka rasain sama juga keak yang lo rasain? Dari perasaan yang sama, timbul persatuan, dan phufft! Hubungan yang lebih baik bisa didapetin pelan-pelan. I told him about everything, every lil thing. Hal-hal yang gue rasa ngebuat gue nyesek dan harusnya dibicarain berdua, privately. &lt;strong&gt;It’s like the last time I had a serious talk with him, I told him that I can’t be what he expected me to be, and I’m sorry, I can’t give him what he wanted, can’t grant him what he wished&lt;/strong&gt;, gue juga dengan ikhlas (sabar dan berusaha kuat) gue bilang.. &lt;strong&gt;“I give up on us, I don’t wanna see you get hurt or feel bad being with me. And if my appearance will only make this worse and seem to be useless, I’ll be away. I’m okay I won’t force you anymore, well I love you but if you’re not enough sure about me, it won’t matter cause you’ll be okay somehow, me either.”&lt;/strong&gt; Gue juga bilang &lt;strong&gt;“Everything I do no matter what, they pissed you off oftenly. You got mad at me and I just didn’t know why, I kept on asking but you were avoiding me, and that happens for times. It hurts me so. If you think that you can take this for tomorrow, next days and the following days, seriously, I’m stepping back”.&lt;/strong&gt; Gue bilang ini semua, dan ini nyata, dia bilang sama gue he was really sorry, he held my hands tight and kept apologizing. He said like “when you read my twitter I know it hurts you so damn bad I know, I’m sorry”, setelah gue jujur dan dia ternyata juga thank God, dia mau belajar terima gimana keadaan gue. Coba deh kalo lo ada masalah gitu, lo bicarain berdua, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BE PREPARED FOR THE WORST, AND KEEP HOPING FOR THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, itu slogannya, masukin ke otak lo, bicarain itu mateng mateng dan baik-baik dan tanpa mojokin pihak siapapun. Dan kalian ya couple-couple, jangan egois, liat keadaan pacar kalian, sama sama sesuaiin diri loh. Makasih Dev:) 2 hal yang gue dapet sekarang, dia mulai berubah jadi cowo yang lebih baik dan orang yang lebih sabar. Well, it’s enough for me to hold on. Sekarang……………….. Kita masih sama sama dan we’ve passed 4 months, kesabaran gue yang demi apapun itu sakit sekali ya di marahin nggak tau kenapa, dan hal hal kecil yang gue lakuin juga seemed to make everything’s worse. Sakit parah bangetttt, waktu dia sempet bilang males sama gue apalah, semua gue bawa sabar, gue emang nangis tapi gue nggak pernah sedikit pun yang namanya ada pikiran buat jahatin dia balik, dan Cuma berharap perlakuan gue dibalik setimpal bukan nya dipermainin. We’re doing good :) And I’m happy now, dia bisa ngerti keadaan gue, I was shocked bcs it was the first time he’s okay if I cannot go out for hanging out together. And it makes me love him more, and it makes me realize one thing, kesabaran bakal balik lagi ke kita dalem bentuk hasil yang manis. Kalian mesti coba, sabar sesabar yang kalian bisa, kendaliin emosi, sacrifice less, love more, earn big. Selamat mencoba ya :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2511668555141342787?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2511668555141342787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2511668555141342787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2511668555141342787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2511668555141342787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/11/sakitnya-jadi-sabar.html' title='Sakitnya jadi sabar'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-2577463707046171123</id><published>2009-11-04T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:39:45.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Kebetulan</title><content type='html'>Hari ini gue sekolah seperti biasa, di tambah dengan perut yang makin laper tiap hari -_-&lt;br /&gt;Nah abis itu gue balik seperti biasa, tapi rapat osis dulu dan gue kan balik sama Ayu, jadilah gue jalan ke Lamandau, dari sekolah gue...... Jalan kaki sendiri. Eh tiba tiba si Rara teriak dari seberang jalan, tepat depan BTA 8, "JANEEEET" bah gue langsung nyebrang si Rara kan seles sama Dv, siapa tau Dv ada. Dan nggak tau nya Deva gak ada. Yaudah gue jalan teroooos sampe nggak lama kemudian.... JENGJENGJENG, disamping angkot apa apalah itu, ada mobil berplat belakang MP, kok gue keak kenal ya. IYAK itu mobil Deva. Gue ngindar aja, abis itu jalan beberapa langkah SOK gak peduli, tiba-tiba...... "Kan lo 4bulan net hari ini gak ketemu masa? Sebentar aja masa gak mau? kangen kan......." YEAH gue lari balik ke BTA, jedak jeduk, melawan arus ibu gendut dan beberapa remaja lain. Begitu sampe keringet ngucur dan "hah hosh hah hosh tadi gue liat mobil lo blablbla" kaget lah dia gue ada disitu wkwk bener bener ya Tuhan baik banget :)) Yaudah deh we had a short conversation sampe waktunya dia mesti masuk ke kelas. Well done Janet!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-2577463707046171123?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/2577463707046171123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=2577463707046171123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2577463707046171123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/2577463707046171123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/11/kebetulan.html' title='Kebetulan'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6221484624822649142</id><published>2009-11-04T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:31:28.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>Happy 4 months :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 4th month, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Devara Putra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for this cute months, yet i feel stressed sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for every little mistakes i did to you&lt;br /&gt;And help me to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I'd be happy to see us growin up together just like our first days and on the same track"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;Janet Abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6221484624822649142?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6221484624822649142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6221484624822649142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6221484624822649142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6221484624822649142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-4-months.html' title='Happy 4 months :)'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-7076059152046735708</id><published>2009-10-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:31:29.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Telling you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oke buku yang gue jadiin inspirasi lg dipinjem sama guru gue, jadi gue cuma bisa kasih sedikit, sebelum buku itu balik lagi sama gue. hmm gue dapet pelajaran....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup yg sempurna nggak dateng dari hal-hal yg membahagiakan dan tepat. Bukan dari hal yang selalu bener. Tapi dari hal-hal yg sulit dan hal yang pada akhirnya memberikan pelajaran yang lebih berharga. Kita nggak butuh semua yang baik dan sempurna untuk merasa dan terlihat sempurna. Ternyata bakal lebih ngebahagiain banget kalo kita bisa merasa cukup disaat kita nggak punya apa-apa dan siapa-siapa. Melihat semua hal dan kecukupan dan kelebihan nya masing-masing dan nggak ngebandingin hidup kita sama hidup orang lain. Dan ya gue beruntung biarpun he's not Mr. Right:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey doain semoga buku nya cepet di balikin, dan ntr bakal gue share ke readers sekalian. See ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-7076059152046735708?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/7076059152046735708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=7076059152046735708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7076059152046735708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7076059152046735708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/telling-you.html' title='Telling you'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1255833142534353009</id><published>2009-10-16T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:46:49.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>IF YOU LEAVE lyrics</title><content type='html'>Ini perasaan gue mungkin. gue bisa lukisin disini. semoga "lo" baca ya :) gue cuma pengen lo tau aja. cari lagunya deh keak Katy Perry - Thinking of you waktu itu hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think&lt;br /&gt;Im so full of it , full of it&lt;br /&gt;But I think Im just fed up baby&lt;br /&gt;You think I can be so arrogant, Arrogant&lt;br /&gt;But Im just tryna get keep my head up Baby&lt;br /&gt;You think I procrastinate baby&lt;br /&gt;But I think Im taking my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You think you need to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I think I disagree but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;If you believe youll do best without me&lt;br /&gt;Ill let it go girl, Its over&lt;br /&gt;But before we say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Lets give it a try&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, then baby Ill leave&lt;br /&gt;Ill let it go girl, Its over&lt;br /&gt;But I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I think your so full of it, full of it&lt;br /&gt;You just dont know when to let up Baby&lt;br /&gt;I think youre so arrogant, arrogant&lt;br /&gt;that you think youre so much better baby&lt;br /&gt;That I think It aint healthy for me to judge you by your flaws &amp;amp; thats why I&lt;br /&gt;know I could criticize , but I put that aside&lt;br /&gt;To focus on you &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;but If you believe youll do best without me&lt;br /&gt;Then Ill let it go boy, Its over&lt;br /&gt;But before we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Lets give it a try&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, then baby Ill leave&lt;br /&gt;Ill let it go boy, its over&lt;br /&gt;But I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now if you wanna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby then Ill let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; even though Im tryna hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cant if you dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now if you leave me, youre gonna miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; Im not saying that Ill be here waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we here right now (instead of just walking out)&lt;br /&gt;Lets work to reach the point that I know we can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But if you believe, Youll do best without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its over ( its over )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but before we say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets give it a try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you leave, then baby Ill leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill Let it go, its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we can work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe, youll do best without me&lt;br /&gt;Ill let it go girl, its over&lt;br /&gt;Before we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Lets give it a try&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, then baby Ill leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1255833142534353009?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1255833142534353009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1255833142534353009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1255833142534353009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1255833142534353009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-leave-lyrics.html' title='IF YOU LEAVE lyrics'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5415806984609999121</id><published>2009-10-10T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:49:59.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What-so-ever'/><title type='text'>SAMPAH!</title><content type='html'>gue tadinya udah mau ngepost tentang perspective gue yang lain. cuman keanya keadaan nggak mendukung. gue nggak mood. dan FYI, gue seneng gue masih bisa ngepost kea gini, jumat kemaren gue dpt musibah. ok bye. if you miss me kabari aku kawan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5415806984609999121?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5415806984609999121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5415806984609999121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5415806984609999121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5415806984609999121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/sampah.html' title='SAMPAH!'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8412481877933131204</id><published>2009-10-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:36:25.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout Out'/><title type='text'>How to give em your best</title><content type='html'>Hey readers! I’m back and I’ve written something for you to read. Gue bakal share buah pikiran gue tentang gimana untuk nunjukin rasa sayang lo ke pacar or anybody in an unpredictable way… eh nggak unpredictable juga sih, ya maksut gue gimana lo bisa tunjukin kalo lo itu patut dipertahankan, because this things are what I do to make him stay :) sampe sekarang… fortunately, and thank God, gue masih sama Deva. Dan berharap bisa fourever ye huehue. Nah let’s do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be a better lover. You must read this post :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk ngambil contoh, and to make me speak easier, gue ambil dari gue lagi ya contohnya hehe. Gue punya pacar, hm namanya Devara and sure, I love him. I must be right, you guys have your own special person with your own special treatments. I don’t know whether you guys are kinda ignorant or maybe over-protective. But all those things will help us to see clear that we don’t have to ignore and deny how much we care and we don’t have to dominate their life as if we own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sayang sama Devara, dan gue nggak nunjukin itu dengan trick-or-treat disaat-saat yang gak terduga. I mean, waktu lo sayang sama seseorang dan lo pengen mereka liat kalo lo sayang dan peduli sama mereka. Satu hal, yang bener-bener mesti lo tau, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jangan pernah melihat suatu hubungan itu diperuntukan untuk sebuah keuntungan besar. Jangan pernah melihat suatu hubungan dari apa yang sudah dan akan lo dapet. Tapi pikirin, apa sih yang bisa lo kasih? Apa yang bisa mereka pertahanin dari lo? Apa aja yang bisa dan udah lo kasih.&lt;/span&gt; Itu beban pikiran lo, bukan ngebayangin hal-hal seneng yang bakal dia kasih untuk lo. BUKAN. Is it clear? Enough I guess. Buat gue, pacaran itu gak butuh duit, gak butuh… hm hal-hal complex yang biasa dilakuin sama orang-orang yang lebih tua (baca: diatas remaja). Gue juga nggak pernah ngedewain uang pacar gue, apa yang dia pake, anak nya siapa kek, sekolah mana, bawa mobil apa bawa motor apa cuma sepeda, ganteng apa gak dan sebagainya. Dan you guys have to know, I’ve let him know, gue juga udah bilang sama dia, pokok pikiran gue yang keak gini adanya. Harta dan paras… kalo cuma itu yang lo banggain, kalo cuma itu yang lo cari, here, yang lo cari itu cuma kenikmataan sesaat, cuma legal drugs yang berujung dengan sakit hati. If you guys want to compare yourself, with their ex-girls or ex-boys, ada waktunya, percaya sama gue ngebandingin diri lo sama diri mereka sama aja kea bunuh diri, sama aja ngebunuh percaya diri lo, jangan dikira gue sepik babi aja ya, gue juga pernah kok banding-bandingin diri gue sendiri ke mereka, yang ada, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gue ngerasa so faaar from grace, down abis, dan ngerasa gak mampu, padahal what he sees from me, it’s not about what’s better from me tapi something I’ve been searching for a time, and it must be the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Attention and Affection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhatian dan kasih sayang. Dua hal yang paling penting, digauli dengan um..komunikasi. Sebagai pacar yang baik, biarpun kere pulsa, ataupun susah diijinin untuk keluar ataupun backstreet dari orang tau ataupun malu-malu dan gengsi. Itu bukan halangan coy. Perhatian itu dalem bentuk apa aja kok, kalo mungkin dari sisi pulsa lo nggak lancar, ngapain gengsi, gue sama Devara ya..jujur aja, for example, dia pake bb gue pake nokia SE ah apapun bukan bb, pulsa internet dia jalan molo, gue enggak, pulsa biasa dia sering stuck, ya sama juga kea gue sering gue pake buat ol biar ujungnya gak ketemu di internet. SO WHAT? Lo jadian bukan untuk tiap jam di smsin kan? Ditanyain udah makan apa belom, lagi dimana, sama siapa, mau ngapain, kangen, sayang, cinta blahblah, ada lo jangan ngarapin dia mesti keak gitu mulu sama lo, bosen juga kali. Mungkin pas awal jadian dia manjain lo dengan beribu sms dalem 1 hari, makin lama makin ngurang, (kalo dia baik-baik), pasti itu bukan karena nyeleweng, tapi bosen gak sih lo denger kata-kata yang sama setiap 3jam sekali? Ato apalah lebih sering dr itu. Kalo lo gak bosen ato ga ada sedikit pun mualnya, gue rasa emang lo careness-maniac. Kalo dia (lo) jarang ketemu, atau susah dapet izin, lo mesti bisa ngerti lah,dia masih di bawah orang tuanya, sama aja keak lo. Tunjukin kalo lo itu gakcuma sayang dan peduli sama dia, tapi juga pengertian. Dan kalo misalnya dia lagi waktunya hang out sama temen-temennya, kenapa lo mesti marah? Temen-temen itu dari mana dia berasal, lo juga gak mau kan di kekang-kekang gitu? Toh kalo lo mau jb lo bisa bilang, dan gue rasa pacar lo jg gak gengsi bawa lo kenalan ke lingkungannya. Back again to perhatian, perhatian itu gak mesti lebay keak “sayang kamu mesti giniginigini aku gakmau tau, aku nggakmau nanti kamu begini, kamu dengerin aku yaa yang, ntar kalo begini, begini begitu lalalala”. Dan perhatian itu tergantung gimana caranya lo liat perlakuan dia ke lo. Gue sekarang juga ngerasa diperhatiin kok, he ban me to do such kind of thing, and I’m trying to do what he want me to do, not to impress him but I just try to make him see that I ain’t a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sweet Words last longer and even more (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa bilang pacaran mesti aku-kamu? Cinta blablabla semua hal yang berbau romantis? Dari perspective gue, itu tergantung gimana lo berdua ngebawa diri kok. Nggak mesti dengan dinner berdua, live music berdua, ato apalah itu yang berbau romantic jaman kiblik. Gue tipe cewek yang lebih ngeliat ke apa yang gue sama dia suka, titik temunya. Tapi bukan ngeliat apa yang rata-rata cowo /cewe suka. Sweet things may help, tapi they’re not everything. Bisa kok lo awet dengan cara pacaran yang cadas, ya mungkin hobi lo sama, lo berdua sama sama tukang ribut kek apa lah, siapa yang tau. Gue udah senenggg dengan cara gue sama dia ngelampiasin dan nunjukin we love each other, gue juga gak pernah nuntut dia untuk jadi kea gini gitu gini, dan gue juga nggak pernah mau berubah jadi orang lain untuk dia sayangin. Waktu lo sayang sama orang, coba terima dia apa adanya, dengan begitu, lo bakal belajar untuk ngeliat sesuatu dari sisi paling simple bukan dari sisi WAH nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAAH jadi, yang pada pacaran cumin buat keuntungan pribadi semata. Buka mata ya. Kasian tuh orang lo tip uterus kan :) they love you, I know you will do. Semoga kita semua jadi lebih baik dan bijaksana dari kemaren dan sekarang, amieeeeen. Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8412481877933131204?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8412481877933131204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8412481877933131204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8412481877933131204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8412481877933131204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-give-em-your-best.html' title='How to give em your best'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8141268169427797336</id><published>2009-10-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:11:16.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>...Promises we made</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggers dan readers. Thanks for visiting by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gue ke MCD sama adek gue yang juga janjian sama temennya. Sementara gue jg ketemu sama si Geri. Disusul Andra Maya sama…Devara :p lanjut ke Bifest buat nonton Andra manggung…bandnya namanya Broken Board…sorry tp gak pada broken org nya. HAHA waaaay cool deh ah nih broder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANTANGAN DAN PELAJARAN HARI INI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard it really is to ask a single forgiveness when you break your own vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to let go off my bad habit, reflex ya net?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to admit what was really going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa orang yang tau, dan ada disaat gue lagi ngadepin ini, pasti ngerti kalo gue tulis ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PELAJARAN HARI INI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janji adalah janji, dan gue tau, 5kata yang terkesan mudah itu sebenernya nggak semudah yg lo semua kira. Janji itu berbobot, dan nggak bisa di tari. Janji itu kekal. Janji itu api. Janji itu bukan mainan. Janji itu bukan jaminan. Janji itu cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue emang secara NGGAK SADAR, bener-bener nggak BERNIAT, buat ngingkarin janji yang udah gue buat secara NGGAK SADAR juga. Gue Cuma nyoba untuk BERTANGGUNG JAWAB. Oke gue salah, gue ASU, gue juga manusia yang bisa KHILAF. Dan juga lupa diri. Biarpun disini lagi-lagi gue bilang, gue NGGAK SADAR. (bukan mabok: NGGAK BERNIAT). sekarang gue lagi nyoba buat ngebenerin apa yang udah gue rusak, dan kembali lagi, nyoba buat tepatin janji yang agak melenceng sebelomnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue tau lo semua pasti pada punya janji, janji yang udah lo lupain dan lagi coba lo inget. Janji yang pura pura lo lupain. Janji yang sedang lo tepati atau akan lo tepati atau akan lo buat.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ke oraang-orang terdeket lo, either pacar, sahabat, temen, papa, mama, nenek ato kakek, kakak, adek, siapa aja deh. NEEEEEEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yang gue bahas again and as always ttg lovelife ya. Contoh termudah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you ever promise not to leave him/her-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini berat, sumpah, berat. Disini yang pegang kendali itu YANG BERJANJI, mau lo cewe kek cowo kek, shemale kek. Lo nggak punya alesan apapun, kecuali stick with them, more than “as long as you can” atau “as long as you are able to”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever promise not to do something------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let them down, and don’t break your own vow. It’s ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you ever promise to be with them, no matter what, forever...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janji lo itu, setia. Kekal. kalo emang lo mau main sakral-sakralan ya. Janji itu sumpah. Secara gak langsung emang lo juga mengatakan "I LOVE YOU JUST THE WAY YOU ARE". Jangan lo buat orang yang innocent itu mikir kalo janji itu kotor. Janji itu bohong. Tapi buat mereka berpikir kalo.................. "this guy, this girl, ngajarin gue kalo ternyata janji itu lebih dari yang gue kira. janji itu sakral dan sesuatu yang gk mudah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang gue juga udah tau kalo emang janji yang riil ya..gak memiliki kesempatan begitu rusak yaudah rusak semua. gue gak mau jatoh lagi.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Semua janji yang pernah ku buat&lt;br /&gt;Semua janji yang terbuat untukku&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah menjadi pendoman hidup untuk masa yang akan datang&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah menjadi bukti bahwa kamu menyayangiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKEEEEE ABIS LO NEEEEEETYYYY HUAHAUAHAU ANAK SASTRA DAAAH AH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8141268169427797336?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8141268169427797336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8141268169427797336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8141268169427797336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8141268169427797336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/promises-we-made.html' title='...Promises we made'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-289882981456545910</id><published>2009-10-02T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:07:57.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Past, Being Lonely and A new start</title><content type='html'>Hey readers! Yang ini special gue tulis buat Pedro Pier, sahabat gue yang ada di Spore skrg, follow him at Twitter: @pedrosaporta. Ini request dari dia, and hope he’ll like it, dan nggak sedih lagi kalo inget sama masa lalunya. I’ve known what it’s like to be left alone and when she didn’t heed you til she’ve found a new settlement… gue tau gue emang spik doang ped, krn gue jg gak yakin, manusia bisa nemuin cara untuk move on dr masa lalu mereka yg udh kekubur dibawah jd fondasi masa skrg dan masa dpn.but promise me, you have to feel better after reading this, and after knowing that I’d spent my midnight typing this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds uncool, kalo gue bilang “ini saatnya lo nyerah”. No, bukan nyerah “nyerah” artinya, bukan give up. Maksut gue “ikhlas” bukan “pasrah sama keadaan”. Gue tau disaatnya keak gini, sendiri, gak ada yang nemenin, sepi, labil, sedih, kecewa, marah, semua nya campur jadi satu sampe kadang lo nggak ngenalin diri lo sendiri. Then, it’d be crazier, if you think that you are ALL alone. Tolong ya, lo masih punya keluarga dan temen-temen. Gue tau mungkin yang lo lewatin udah banyak, dr yang namanya lo nyoba pertahanin, ternyata gak bisa, nyoba ngulang dari awal, nggak bisa juga, nyoba ngebangun dr 0.slowlyyy, ternyata nggak bisa juga. Gue tau lo kecewa banget, dimana lo gak bisa dapetin apa yang lo mau, dimana lo ngerasa “apa yang gue korbanin ternyata berhasil nol besar in return”, dimana lo ngerasa ini titik mati nya. Lo juga cerita waktu itu sama gue, gimana rasanya ngeliat orang yang lo sayang, secara sadar, ngehempasin lo gitu aja, without a good reason, one piece of a good reason. Mungkin lo ngerasa, “gue jelek, gue gak pantes or something else I don’t know”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you really need to know? Lo selama ini, se……………….lama ini nyesel dan masih aja kebawa pikiran hm I mean masa lalu lo. But hey dude, this is the part where you have to see the world with your eyes open. Don’t be silly. When I heard of your stories, really, I didn’t wanna end up like you, and I still don’t. But how can I change things before it really exists. And I absolutely understand how you feel when you see her holding on to someone, who is quite clear, not you. It’s not about how handsome you are, or how kind you are. But how you can take it with your life. You really need to learn how to let go something you extremely adore. It’s hard but it’ll make you stronger than this. When you love someone, and the things are just not what you’ve wanted it keeps on breakin your heart, it’s better to leave. Really! Trust me. Sometimes, human are kinda awkward. They feel they’re loving someone, when they already stepped away. They feel regretting something, when the time is not for regretting but for a new start. It sounds hopeless I know. But somehow, you can’t live with your own wishlist. Life has its own plot and as we all know life is full of secrets :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this lessons, you can STILL remember your past or keep lookin back. It’s your right. But the faster you run, the harder to look back. Keep your memories locked deep down inside. And when you feel you’re much stronger than the last time you looked back, you’re allowed to open it. and even more, I know that you’re wiser to catch your other dream. Go on! Live your life. Free you mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-289882981456545910?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/289882981456545910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=289882981456545910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/289882981456545910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/289882981456545910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/past-being-lonely-and-new-start.html' title='Past, Being Lonely and A new start'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6797176399302839144</id><published>2009-10-02T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:10:42.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail Riot'/><title type='text'>I miss my old hair :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/SsYzjHcRHFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tz5YIbIsvQc/s1600-h/IMG000511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/SsYzjHcRHFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tz5YIbIsvQc/s320/IMG000511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388050682581425234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old hair. Really :(&lt;br /&gt;Now, the style is layered, a bit shorter, messy, and thinner.&lt;br /&gt;I know, you miss your hair as well, Dev? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6797176399302839144?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6797176399302839144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6797176399302839144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6797176399302839144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6797176399302839144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-my-old-hair.html' title='I miss my old hair :&apos;('/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/SsYzjHcRHFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tz5YIbIsvQc/s72-c/IMG000511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5974822434992598205</id><published>2009-10-02T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:44:42.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovestory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>What If….. (expecting a happy 3rd months)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear, a bald guy over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you can live forever? Will you still know how to thank God for life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you will die tomorrow? Will you kill yourself this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i will leave you sooner than tomorrow? Do you still believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you find that you are unloved? Can you still smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it hurts to see someone you love most hanging with a better person? Can you still hold on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you are nothing to fight for? Will you still try to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What if I won’t let you go? Will you still hold me back and keep whispering &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the same thing&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah! now please call me and tell me that thing. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you are the mistake? Can you still admit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I can’t take it anymore? What’d you do to make me strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I go somewhere, where you can’t reach me? Do you want to bring me down or take me to a higher place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what if we are going wrong? Will you say “I promise.. oh please, don’t say like that”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if I feel I’m much annoying and have to take another way to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you cry for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I run away from you, while you keep runnin to catch me? Will you hope yourself to die? Or just crossing another way to live without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I’m gone, will you remember me? Do you still feel how much I’ve loved you?&lt;br /&gt;Or won’t you try to bring me back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still see me right next to you even when you are blinded with new comers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you just don’t love me like what you’ve always said? Will you lie? Or just let me know how pain hurts? Or will you swear like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I swear I’ve just realized that I really love you. I’m not lying. Oh sweet, please stay here with me”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What if this world is going to end? As soon as you blink for just a wink………&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to find me even just to reach the door or make a phone call?&lt;br /&gt;Even better, will you remember to say “I Love You” just for the last one&lt;br /&gt;While all you mean to say is just “Goodbye World”&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay awake for me….. *a big smile*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment:&lt;br /&gt;This questions abandon all my hope but I know I still can get along with that. It’s gettin closer to my 3rd months, and I just want to say thanks for anybody who’s helped me. Hereby, I wanna say Happy fuckin I miss you, Dev =P Well, honestly, I don’t know how here this kinda thing came out from my brain, combined with my heart, and the blood keep rushing through and tip tap tip tap…my finger tip has just made that more simple, than it was (before filtered from the brain). You guys are sweet. I mean you “guys”, who don’t fake their-selves infront of me. Yeah, the ones who keep telling me to be tough, stronger and keep holding on. The ones who keep telling me “You guys both are such a perfect couple” LALALA idk what else’s on. Just wanna inform you, 4 Oct is Sunday. Sure it’ll be sunny for me and my sunshine lol. Thanks for reading. If you like this post. Give reaction! Or you can mention me at Twitter. See you. Have a chill nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys, who haven't felt something like this. shut your mouth, tiiiight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;POST INI ORIGINAL PUNYA GUE, BUATAN GUE. TOLONG JANGAN ADA YANG SEMENA-MENA MENGCOPY POST BARU GUE ATAUPUN POST YANG SUDAH LAMA TANPA IZIN DAN SEENAKNYA DI PASTE KE PAGE PRIBADI. DIHARAPKAN OTAK NYA DI PAKE. Terimakasih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5974822434992598205?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5974822434992598205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5974822434992598205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5974822434992598205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5974822434992598205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-if-expecting-happy-3rd-months.html' title='What If….. (expecting a happy 3rd months)'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6996187234319206899</id><published>2009-10-02T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:20:32.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout Out'/><title type='text'>OH Truth! You're hatin on me</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Batik.&lt;br /&gt;Follow @indonesiaunite on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&gt;&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH LO LO SEMUA!! GUE LAGI KESEEEL BANGET NIH GAKTAU PMS GAKTAU EMANG BANGKE ARAB GAK TAU EMANG GUE BENCI PERASAAN KAYAK GINI!! HAHUHAHUHAHUHA *ngos-ngosan*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there my readers. I’m back, dengan sedikit pengendalian emosi, I’m AVATAAAR!! Gak karuan banget gue malem ini:’( Enek dan I feel there’s something unknown that keeps bothering my mind, and I just don’t know what it is. Kalo blogging gue bosen ah cerita tentang hari-hari gue. Follow my latest updates di Twitter aje IYEAH. Twittamaniac!! Sekarang kita omongin tentang satu hal yang paling sulit untuk dicari, lebih dari uang. Kebenaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau gak lo siapa yang sebenernya korupsi? Tau gak lo sebenernya dia kayak gimana? Tau gak lo kejadian kemaren rekayasa apa bukan? Tau gak lo temen lo itu kayak apa? Tau gak lo lo udah di tipu? Tau gak kalo lo itu cuma bahan permainan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARRRRR!! Banyak fakta fakta yang sebenernya bukan “fakta”, Cuma di anggep bener aja karena banyak bukti kuat. Padahal what you see sometimes is not what it seem to be. Dan emang iya kok, manusia itu paling jago buat malsuin diri sendiri? Malsuin duit aja bisa masa duit kagak? Gue kecewa sebenernya kita tuh tukang bohong, dan penuh kemunafikan ya kalo dibilang. Maloeee abieshhh. Cuman kalo di pikir-pikir, selama kita ngga nyakitin orang lain, mungkin itu bakal lebih baik. AAAAH:’’’’( tp gue benci when the truth opens up at a wrong moment!! Sumpah salting banget, gue campur aduk, kesel seneng kecewa lega dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are u a true friend? In need and in deed? I doubt it. We don’t even know what friendship really means”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYO KITA MAKAN TEMEN SEBELUM KITA DI MAKAN!!!! AH TAUK AH GUE SPEECHLESS. Cuma ngelantur. Bye nyari topic hidayat….topik hidayah? topik.,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6996187234319206899?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6996187234319206899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6996187234319206899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6996187234319206899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6996187234319206899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-truth-youre-hatin-on-me.html' title='OH Truth! You&apos;re hatin on me'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4554608020970199081</id><published>2009-10-02T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:18:49.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Ipa&amp;B.ing - Lamandau - Kantor Mama</title><content type='html'>Gue tes ipa dan bhs inggris. Ga ada masalah bing, tp ipa nya kampret ya di azab kale nih susah banget auk gimana nasibnya. Mana gua mau nanya ke farah dia juga sama kosong nya kea gua, hah elah udah pake feeling aja deh. Males juga kalo mikir lama, masih puyeng gue abis sakeet. Bilingual keluar jam 10.20 smntr regular dan harusnya jam 11.30. oke kita ngobrol bentar abis itu ke Lamandau cari hadiah buat estu tamara windra yg ultahnya deketan. Dah dapet buat estu tamara yah buat si windra kaga dapet, tptnya tutup. Damn hell, yaudah yg ke lamandau tuh gue tia vera aji sama farah, farah balik ke bintaro kale au, gue tia vera aji jalan, daaaan AWAS ADA ANJING LOTCHOE. Hahah gue tontonin tuh anjing dpn rumah gedong, eeeh tiba tiba ada anak-anak teriak teriak gitu mau tubir bocah tiga pada panic, lah gue? Main anjinggg dulu abis itu, tp pas gue natap kejalan…. Si botak lewat HAHAHA yoih pacar gue dengan gaya nya ye kasih jempol, dibonceng breeeeem. Sedap cekale, dengan muka gusar keringetan gue jalan balik ke rumah Tia dkt situ, tuk tik tak tik, eh taunya gue di sekolah aja deng, main lagi sampe di jemput nyokap, ke kantor dia, terus yaudah gue pulang. BYE BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4554608020970199081?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4554608020970199081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4554608020970199081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4554608020970199081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4554608020970199081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/ipa-lamandau-kantor-mama.html' title='Ipa&amp;B.ing - Lamandau - Kantor Mama'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-7807724047582271653</id><published>2009-10-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:09:20.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovestory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Long Term Relationship</title><content type='html'>I’m back blogger-baby. Sekarang tentang Relationship! Firstly, ini buah pikiran gue, jadi don’t be annoyed kalo beda sama punya lo, karena gue bukan lo, dan lo bukan gue, dan you don’t know anything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long-term relationship. Hubungan yang berjangka waktu panjang ya…. Waktu gue denger itu sih kea agak berat gitu. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faktor kepercayaan, kesetiaan, ketahanan, kejujuran, komitmen, dan rasa sayang&lt;/span&gt;. Di teenage gini, banyak yang bilang don’t take it serious, sorry to say, lo idup bukan buat main-main dan seneng-seneng doang. Maybe you don’t get the feeling, or maybe you haven’t get the feeling. Kecil-kecil jago main lo, gimana gedenya. Don’t play with this kind of fire. Salah-salah lo yang sakit, ato salah-salah lo yang jadi omongan orang, salah-salah lo gak dipercaya lagi, ato salah-salah lo malah nyesel. Sebenernya seneng kok, kalo abis PDKT dan ternyata itu orang juga sayang sama lo. Lo udah dapetin yang lo mau kan? Yaudah lah cukup. Begitu udah dapet jangan ngerasa menang, disitu dimana lo harus mulai fight nya. Mulai belajar untuk jadi lebih pengertian dan sabar, dan…. Kebal godaan hahaha. Yg paling penting: KENDALIIN PERASAAN :’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rasa bosen: &lt;/span&gt;pasti bakal dateng dan ada kalanya itu Cuma dirasain satu pihak. Disini coba belajar untuk saling ngerti, when you get bored and your love doesn’t, coba untuk tetep perhatiin dia, well, lo nggak mau dia ngerasa kecewa sama lo ato malah nyalahin diri dia sendiri kan? Mungkin lo bakal ngerasa “Men, I don’t think I can get through this”. REMEMBER, lo gak sendiri, you have them, you’re with them. Apa yang mesti lo takutin lagi? They love when no one else don’t, waktu lo lagi bermasalah atau lo lg dijauhin, they’re still there, inget-inget jasa mereka lah gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Bukan maksut gue untuk pamrih, tapi mungkin lo bakal ngerasa you can’t make it, ngerasa “Oh, girl, I’m sorry I treated you bad and now I know I can’t make it without you” atau “Oh, boy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I lost my self-control” atau “Oh damn, no one treat me as sweet as what she did” dsb. BEGITU mereka udah nggak ada nantinya. Kembali ke laptop (baca: Regret).&lt;/span&gt; You will never know. Makannya gue paling ilfil kalo orang pacaran cm buat status, pengalaman, ato main. Bawa fun aja disamping keseriusan lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, kalo lo ngerasa pengen punya another girl, ato another boy to spend your time with, atau Cuma pengen banyak-banyakin mantan, hmm pikirin dua kali, yakin bakal dpt lebih baik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orang Ketiga:&lt;/span&gt; Mereka itu pengganggu, dan gak nutup kemungkinan begitu lo milih nih orang rather your last girl/boyfriend, begitu lo jalanin komitmen, gak bakal nutup kemungkinan dia bakal ngeganggu hubungan org lain juga, ato bahkan mainin lo doang, Cuma buat have fun. Udah tau dia uler, lo ajak main, ya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry to say it’s a suicide&lt;/span&gt;, the most frequent question: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does she love you as your ex loved you? Does he love you as your ex loved you?&lt;/span&gt; NAH!!! Kembali ke (baca: Regret). Gue tau sih maksut gue mau cari temen lain, tp lo bisa aja kan kecantol ato apalah bahasa anak gaul sekarang. Kalo pun pacar lo juga gitu, main sama orang ketiga, lo tau itu brengsek, masa lo mau sama kayak dia? Enggak kan? Toh komitmen awal pasti bukan bales dendam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emosi/Ego:&lt;/span&gt; you love her. You respect her. You love him, your care for him. When they seem to lose their self, try to sooth them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to talk as smooth and less tougher than them&lt;/span&gt;. Sure they slowly can forget and think “i-don’t-want-to-let-them-down”. For example, mereka lagi bête and you really don’t know why, bicarain sama mereka, baik-baik soooo smooth, buat mereka rasain kalo mereka masih ada yang peduli, “kamu kenapa? Kalo lagi ada masalah cerita doong, kan kita carry on sama-sama. Siapa tau aku bisa bantu” jangan malah “serah lo deh, salah mulu gue” JEDERRRR itu mah lo aja yang cari masalah. Dan untuk yg emosian, emosi lo kadang bisa berbuntut something bad yang lo gakmau, coba kendaliin, dan sama-sama ngajarin untuk nggak egois. Take and give aja. Buat cowo, jangan kasarin cewe!! Buat cewe, coba lebih sabar buat handle cowo keak gitu, lebih lembut selayaknya cewe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kangen mantan:&lt;/span&gt; now you’ve got what you tried to get, how could you think of your past when you’ve already got your future? Beda kalo lo masih terombang-ambing ya it’s okay liat depan belakang. Boleh lo kangen mantan, tp bukan dengan sampe ngebuat your now boyfriend/girlfriend ngerasa minder, ngerasa gagal, ngerasa “see, I ain’t enough good. See, gue gak lebih baik dari mereka”, itu juga bawa dampak&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; psikologis,&lt;/span&gt; bukan mau sok logic ya, tapi emang bener, mereka bakal ngerasa nggak lebih penting dari masa lalu lo. Dan mereka juga bakal mikir “apa yang gue udah kasih ternyata nggak pernah cukup buat mereka untuk lupain those person”. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mereka bakal ngerasa, jauh dari lo dan nggak jarang ada orang yang ngundurin diri karena ngerasa udah nggak dibutuhin&lt;/span&gt;. Ini gue gak ngada-ngada. Atasin aja dengan seru-seruan sama lo, kea yang gue bilang lil things taste much sweeter bisa jadi penyelamat yang gede banget :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promises:&lt;/span&gt; nah!! Ini dia, begitu lo udah janji, mau apapun bentuknya, janji adalah janji sob. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can’t just throw it all away from you, hide your hands&lt;/span&gt;, dan ga ada tanggung jawab. That girl or that boy may have just put their trust on you, dan begitu lo hempasin every thing you’ve put on them, DANG! Mungkin mereka ga akan percaya lagi sama lo. OKAY? This thing will remain even when you guys go in a separate way. You guys can make it. You guys can last. I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, ternyata masalah-masalah ini bisa dihadapin. Gue yakin, when you try to be a better person, and you did it, lo bakal bisa liat dunia, lo bisa liat semuanya jauh lebih dewasa dan lebih bijaksana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Middles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break/Vacuum:&lt;/span&gt; it’s okay tapi beratnya lo mesti kendaliin diri lo untuk cari pelarian. Harus punya komitmen biar jelas, berapa lama dan apa yang mesti diusahain. Bicarain mateng-mateng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break Up:&lt;/span&gt; Sering kali, kalo lagi emosi kata ini yang keluar. Padahal belom bener-bener sure. Gini, selama lo masih kuat, give em your best, take a shot, and do it well. Selama lo masih sayang, perjuangin sekuat yang lo bisa dan yakinin mereka untuk stick with you, when you really make it, everything will be much better, if I were them, fuck me, they really love me, I can’t waste them. Selama lo masih yakin, buat keyakinan lo jadi komitmen dan pendirian yang bisa mereka percaya untuk ngeliat lo berubah jadi lebih baik dari yang sebelumnya. Waktu ada masalah hindarin pikiran ini, ini cuma lari dari masalah, don’t leave without a good reason!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jarak/Jarang ketemu:&lt;/span&gt; TOLONG! Ini bukan masalah besar, yang penting hati sama perasaaaan kalian,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “the farther of you, the more I miss you and the tighter I hold on for you”. &lt;/span&gt;Biarpun lewat web harusnya lo bersyukur masih bisa contact, bukan ngerasa capek. Jalanin aja sekarang, pasti ada titik temu nya. Pasti. Untuk jarang ketemu, they love you no matter what, even when they can rarely meet you than you meet your friends, they keep believing in you. You just have to know, they don’t want it the way it is, it’s just for now. You need to know it’s hard for them to keep doing that, that’s all because of you. And um…do you see sumthin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, cukup kayak nya sharing gue hahaha. Wohoho semoga banyak yang AWET begitu baca ini AMIEEEEN hihi. Sekocak Tasha sama Artho, selama Tashapbj sama Anggo, seakur kakTasya Pras, selama Irma dan Jete, secocok Mozza dan Nofal. Dan lain-lain. Good luck for you guys. Dan selamat mencoba. ilyd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-7807724047582271653?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/7807724047582271653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=7807724047582271653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7807724047582271653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7807724047582271653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back-blogger-baby.html' title='Long Term Relationship'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-715608710589292758</id><published>2009-10-02T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:08:57.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Suckish Talks</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggers and reader. What’s up with your life? Akhirnya dari hidup gue sendiri gue dapet cerita baroe. Sekarang title nya “suckish talks”. Yoih, biasa nya talk show itu sumthin yang ngebangun, sumthin yang nggak menyinggung. Nah, kalo suckish talks ya itutuh hasil dari sampah masyarakat whOOpS!! Gue yakin banyak dari kalian yang suka kena suckish talks, apalgi dunia web gini kan bebas mau ngomong apa aja. Tapi… kalo orang yang punya attitude sih gak bakal “macem-macem” terlebih kalo dalem part ikut campur. Dimana dia belom tentu tau apa-apa HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari sekian banyak orang yang gue kenal, ada aja yang di bilang bitchy, MT, nakal, PK, songong, belagu, player, tukang omdo, sok dewasa, sok gaul, lebe dsb. But did you know kadang orang-orang yang keak gitu paling juga sirik ato ya kalah okenya NGAK NGAK. Gue kadang kesel temen-temen gue di cap begini begitu padahal gue yang kenal mereka deket aja nggak ngerasa kayak gitu, berarti,…… ya SELAMAT BUAT ORANG-ORANG SOK TAU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya:&lt;br /&gt;-kenalan gue yang di bilang nakal, buat gue mungkin dia emang agak melenceng, tapi mesti lo tau itu factor keluarga nya yang broken home, dan harusnya dia jangan dijauhin ato diomongin, sabar aja. Toh dia juga baik-baik aja begitu lo kenal (Kembali ke orang-orang sok tau)&lt;br /&gt;-kenalan gue yang di bilang player, yeah so what, toh dia juga mulai buka mata dan mau berubah, kalopun melenceng, bantu dia, usaha. gue dan temen-temen yang lain juga keanya hell what aja soal itu. Bantu dia utk jadi a better person, jgn lo jd tukang gossip&lt;br /&gt;-kenalan gue yg di bilang songong, kalo lo mau bilang dia songong, mungkin dia punya banyak kelebihan dari lo, dan gue tau emang dia tajir cantik dan anak main, jadi gak kosong lah dia keak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;-kenalan gue yg di bilang lebe, gue jg kesel kadang cuman itu sifat dia, kadang dia juga gue ketusin kalo lagi lebay tp gue gak nyinggung apa-apa. Kalo org keak gitu, lebaynya lo singgung, begitu dia tersinggung bakal lebay jadinya. Apalagi kalo lagi ada masalah, dia bakal kanan kiri kebingungan cerita, gue nanggepin, soalnya gue tau perasaan yg meledak-ledak gitu emang butuh handle-an. Gue juga sering keak dia, bingung mau lampiasin kemana jd nya lebe, eh mending keak gitu drpd gue drunk ato make? Lebih ngaco mana? Kadang lo jg mesti tau masalah apa yg dia hadapin sampe dia keak gitu, pelajarin sikap nya kalo emang lo mau komentar tp KALO lo gak tau APA-APA mending lo diem aja, dan kasih simpati udah zip your mouth, jangan sampe lo keliatan jadi org org sok tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo lo lagi ngadepin orang-orang yang tipe nya sok tau itu. Sabar!!! Gue yakin kok lo semua gak mau kan di bilang keak mereka?? Nyenyenye sekarang gue dan/atau kita sama-sama belajar jadi orang yang lebih pengertian. Love you all guys :’)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-715608710589292758?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/715608710589292758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=715608710589292758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/715608710589292758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/715608710589292758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/suckish-talks.html' title='Suckish Talks'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1227400653953846545</id><published>2009-10-02T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:07:17.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First.</title><content type='html'>Deeev!! aku nemuin ini---&gt; 1st Date. dr Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;Title: Saturday 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THOSE FUN SATURDAY!!! With Tasha and Anggo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu kemaren gue baru aja sampe di Jakarta, dari Airport Malaysia, JAM 3 PAGI sampe Jakarta. Sampe di rumah jam 4an gitu, gue gak tidur lagi lah lagian jam 6 gue mesti ke sekolah buat pembukaan MOS, sampe disitu nyeh adek kelas nya parbetttt pada ga respect abis, tp ada juga yang lucu lucuuuu. Sampe jam 11, anak anaknya pada balik, osis nya evaluasi sampe jam 12…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMENTARA: Devara udah di Moose, sampe pindah ke Tante Kinky. Beh gue juga kecapean, enek banget lemes pula. Gue ganti baju ditemenin Sarah, terus gue ke rumah Tia buat nganterin oleh oleh, terus pergi lagi ke depan 11, mau ke sebrang. Anjrot si Sarah ga mau nemenin gue nyebrang,yaudah deh gue nyebrang aja sebisa gue, padahal gue takut, abis itu langsung masuk ke mobil, eh ada si Deva. We talk sebentar debat mau kemana, abis itu pergi deeeh ke PIM ngahah pilihan gue tuh. Kita kesana, on da wayyyy bercanda ketawa nyengir ngocol apa segala macem deh uuugh I love you. Sampe di PIM, si bocah cari parkir di deket kansup, terus kita keatas muter muter kea orang bego ye anak ilang anjrot geli abis. Dia minyum Quickly, eits tumpah ke baju ahaha anak kecilll abis unyuuu so cute njeh. Terussss ke….balik lagi ke mobil ngadem disana, ngobrol bacot-bacotan, terus gue mau ke toilet, abis ke toiletttt ke…temu sama Ria gue tanya aja Tasha dimana suruh telf gue, tp kata Ria dia dikansup, yaudah deh gue ke kansup bareng Deva, deva ke meja temennya, gue ngeliat Tasha sama Anggo. Gue kagetin DEEEEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“kalo ketemu dia mah selalu ngagetin”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngobrol ngobrol abis itu gue kasih something ke Tasha, erf gue sampe lupa kasih something ke Deva kaaaan. Bah abis itu Deva ke meja deket meja gue Tashanggo, soalnya dia ke meja temennya (lagi), ga lama setelah itu baru deeh dia duduk disamping gue aciecie. Abis itu ngobrol lagi juga, ahaha kea orang ga kreatif ah, wait wait abis itu ada kak Nadira sama Jessica. Talk talk sebentar, abis itu gue ya….gitu lah, terus abis ngobrol, tadinya sih mau nonton TF2 eh malah ke 21 pim 1, ya ga ada filmnya, kebetulan yang lagi showing pas itu juga Rumah Hantu Ampera, yaudah deh kita nonton itu aja, and what the hell ya film nya ngagetinnnn, tangan gue sampe basah semua cuy, ya gitu abis nonton kita ke……DH mamam deh, Tasha kelaperan Deva juga laper, tapi gue ENEK,terus ada yang anak anjing lucuuuu gitu ngocol maksa gue makan, siapa kek, jadinya gue bayarin Tasha makan aja (berdua dums) abis itu gue cuma nyuil dagingnya aja dikit,sisa ayam gue dimakan sama&lt;br /&gt;Anggo. Yaudah ah, abis pada selesai makan kita ke mobil lagi aja ngobrol ngobrol, sampe akhirnya udah kea orang goblok aja kita malah ke alok, sampe sana sihhh di drop doang si deva mau ngegaul kemanaaa gitu ya, tebet. Yaudin, gue kepim lagi aja bentar nunggu Anggo dijemput bareng Tasha. Gue sama Tasha naik taksi aja berdua ke rumah Maya, terus cerita-cerita banyaaaaaaaak. Ah udah ah bingung I miss you Deva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini di page ke 2 nya-----&gt; NGAKAK ABIESSS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: 4th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devara Putra Aryasta.&lt;br /&gt;He’s mine (for) now, forever? Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;I love him (for) now, forever? Of course, I will.&lt;br /&gt;Til something takes his heart away from me…..&lt;br /&gt;That’s destiny and nothing can stop that&lt;br /&gt;Nor me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna know what I like about you?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING. Termasuk waktu lo aibbb banget. Bahaha semuanya lucu buat gue. Dari muka lo yang suka sok banci ato sok cool, cara bicara lo yang kesastraan, terus semuanya yang lucu, yang ngebuat gue ketawa ato nyaman, lo juga santai aja sama temen-temen gue, gak kayak……wrahhhf. Heiya, terus ngocolnya elu, hah tailah I loveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna know what I feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;SAYAAANG. Njieeeh ampun mbaaak gue jujur nih. Kesel….hm belom pernah. Tapi gue suka jengkel kalo lo mulai ga percaya ga percaya gitu. Gue gabisa jelasin apa-apalah ye. Kalo gue suka lo karena duit? Berati matre dong. Kalo suka sama lo karna tampang, brengsek dong. Kalo suka karna eksistensi, lebih brengsek lagi dong gue. Kalo cuma buat mainmain, player lah gue. Gue sukanya kenapa donggg ah engga tau gua. It just came to me. well, I love you so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can I just see you every morning when I open my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Can we just feel this way til the end of our life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1227400653953846545?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1227400653953846545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1227400653953846545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1227400653953846545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1227400653953846545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/10/first.html' title='First.'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8251076946472985209</id><published>2009-09-27T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:49:40.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>xxxxxx</title><content type='html'>Aku berharap untuk ngeliat kamu kayak dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pengen bisa ketawa bareng lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pengen bisa lupain semua masalah ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pengen bisa liat kamu berubah kayak apa yang dulu kamu bilang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8251076946472985209?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8251076946472985209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8251076946472985209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8251076946472985209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8251076946472985209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/xxxxxx.html' title='xxxxxx'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5057229796452639596</id><published>2009-09-26T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:27:37.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Ego, manusia dan cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Ego, manusia dan cinta. 3 hal yang selalu berkaitan..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang terlintas dipikiran gue waktu itu adalah: “okay, kalo itu cara main lo. Okay, kalo emang itu yang lo mau. Let’s see. Pasti bakal lepas kendali dan lepas tangan”. Tapi kalo gue ngikutin ego, apa jadinya? Apa gue mau end-up sama kayak korban-korban keegoisan diri sendiri yang ada di sekeliling gue, mereka yang dapetin karma dan nyesel sama apa yang mereka udah lakuin waktu itu? Dan berakhir dengan hidup yang nggak sempurna ditemenin penyesalan. Itu pertimbangan yang muncul ke pikiran gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada saatnya dimana kita lembek dan nggak bisa berkutik. Ada saatnya kita kuat dan malah mengusik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harusnya dua sisi itu yang ngebuat kita belajar untuk ngendaliin apa yang kita rasain. “Karena perasaan juga dateng dari pikiran…”. Kadang gue suka sedih, ngeratapin diri sendiri, yang masih jauh dari apa yang pacar gue mau, apa yang temen-temen gue mau dan apa yang orang tua gue mau. Kadang gue suka marah, ngeratapin orang-orang yang nyakitin gue. Kadang gue juga masih suka merenung apa yang harus gue rubah dari diri gue sendiri untuk ngebuat mereka seneng. Sering gue nangis mikirin hal-hal jelek yang mungkin harus gue hadapin di depan, sering banget, sering banget yang namanya ketakutan dan pikiran buruk dateng gitu aja waktu gue sendiri. Gue nggak ada temen cerita dan labil, nggak bisa ngendaliin diri sendiri. Itu ngebuat gue marah sama orang-orang yang kurang bisa ngebaca jalan pikir gue. Mungkin egois, tapi gimana caranya gue harus berubah disaat gue nggak punya pikiran lain selain ngikutin ego? Jujur, gue emang egois, gue nggak mau lagi ngerasain yang namanya sakit hati, makan hati. Gue nggak mau ngerasain ditinggalin. Gue nggak mau orang-orang ngehina gue seenak jidat kayak mereka tau gue yang sebenernya. Gue nggak mau Deva tinggalin gue, gue mau sama dia terus no matter what happen. Emang itu egois. Dan gue sendiri tau itu. Soal Deva contohnya, mungkin gue nggak akan bisa tinggalin dia, tapi dia beda, mungkin dia gak bisa bilang “nggak akan” dan disaat gue denger kayak gitu, pikiran itu muncul lagi “pasti dia udah mau ninggalin gue blablabla” terus terus dan terus ngegerogotin mood gue, sampe akhirnya entah gue bête, marah, ato nangis. Egois banget dan terlalu negative thinking. Dan orang-orang yang gue cap “hell what people say”, I mean orang orang yang bisa nya mencaci tapi gak bisa introspeksi. mungkin mereka bilang gue pengkhianat, gue rusak, gue mt, gue songong, gue banyak gaya, gue “nakal”, gue sok dewasa, dan sebagainya, oh god, itu opini dan kenapa gue mesti mempersalahkan omongan mereka? I’ve never known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egois banget manusia. Makhluk yang dipermuliakan, tapi juga makhluk yang paling suka merendahkan. Makhluk yang memikirkan diri sendiri, dan nggak pernah mikirin orang disekitarnya yang tanpa mereka tau mungkin sayang sama orang itu. Makhluk yang palin sering menyia-nyiakan seseorang dan sesuatu. Makhluk yang hanya bisa menyesal dan sulit mensyukuri. Makhluk yang sering menyesali hidup, tapi nggak mau cepet mati. Makhluk yang sering menangisi diri sendiri, dan nggak nyoba untuk jadi lebih baik. Makhluk yang paling sering, sering sekali, menyakiti orang yang sayang sama mereka, mencabik rasa dan merusak masa lalu, kadang juga sampai mencabut semangat hidup sesama, Manusia, makhluk yang hanya bisa merubah orang lain untuk menjadi mereka, dan tidak bisa melihat suatu hal dari kacamata orang lain. Makhluk yang hanya bisa berkata-kata saat melihat orang-orang disekitar mereka menangis dan makhluk yang paling angkuh untuk mengakui kesalahan. Manusia juga lah yang kadang merusak hidup mereka sendiri. Makhluk penuh nafsu duniawi tapi mengincar kenikmatan surgawi. Makhluk yang nggak mau MENYESUAIKAN DIRI dengan perasaan orang yang menyayangi mereka, bahkan kadang Cuma minta dingertiin tapi nggak mau ngertiin, dia nyia-nyian orang ini dan berujung dengan… kembali lagi ke penyesalan, tanpa mau memperbaiki diri dan apa yang sudah ia rusak. Manusia terlalu takut untuk berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu lo Cuma mikirin perasaan lo, lo benci marah bosen bête, tanpa ngeliat apa yang orang lain rasain, tanpa mikirin apa yang akan mereka rasakan setelah lo melakukan sesuatu dari sugesti keegoisan lo, tanpa mau mikir ke depan, Pol banget egoisnya. Manusia itu budak perasaan, budak ego. Cobalah untuk ngelawan ego, dengan kayak gitu gue yakin banyak hal yang terselamatkan, pacar lo, sahabat-sahabat lo, keluarga lo, dan orang-orang terdekat lo. Lo sia-siain mereka yang sayang sama lo, like what I’ve mentioned upward, let’s see, I’ve told you, you guys belom tentu dapet orang yang lebih baik dari mereka. Lo belum tentu ngerasain perasaan yang sama, perasaan yang menuhin lo waktu lo ngerasa kosong. Semua itu belum tentu berulang. Semua itu mungkin cuma sesaat, dan kemungkinan besar, itu Cuma karena ego lo yang nggak bisa lo kendaliin. Apa yang bisa lo lakuin kalo dalem kenyataan lo mencari-cari hal yang udah lo dapetin, lo Cuma dibutain keegoisan lo dan terus mencari simpati serta hal yang lebih sempurna dari hal yang udah mencukupi lo sekarang? For example, kita ambil dr lovelife ya, gue bingung ambil dari mana, hmmm gambarannya gini, you’ve someone who stay beside you, they help you to face everything and keeping you save, but you still feel it’s not enough, entah bodoh atau apa, lo masih aja ngerasa kurang, dan yang jelas you treat her/him so bad, you don’t care about what they feel until they feel sick of you and just leave you alone without a blessing.  Hey nggak semua orang bisa ngerti lo sedalem mereka, they fill you with all they can give, they love you with their every breath, apa lagi yang mau lo cari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta itu rumit, dan nggak ketebak apa maunya, hanya singgah atau menetap. Cinta itu perasaan, yang nggak bernyawa dan masih bisa dikontrol, lewat pikiran ato jiwa sekalipun. Cinta itu mudah diterima tapi sulit untuk dilepaskan. Cinta itu awal dari kebahagiaan dan akhir dari penantian. Cinta itu sesuatu yang bersih yang selalu hinggap menemui manusia yang hina. YEAH!!! Finally, gue ngeliat beberapa hal baru disini. Thank God makin hari gue makin lepas dari kebutaan. Cinta itu dimana kita berusaha dan berlomba-lomba untuk memberikan yang terbaik dan dimana kita mengusahakan apapun untuk membuat orang itu merasakan perasaan yang sama. Cinta itu kuat dan nggak pandang bulu. Cinta itu menyakiti tapi ia juga yang mengobati. Cinta itu penuh kebohongan tapi ia juga yang mengajarkan apa itu kejujuran. Cinta itu tentang berbagi, segala suka duka dan apa yang harus dilalui. Cinta itu mengerti. Manusia yang sering mengharapkan cinta, tapi sering juga seenaknya. Mencari cinta dan membuang nya. Merasa berharga dan patut dicintai. Intinya, begitu dapet cinta (apa yang lo cari), she, and he, don’t treat them like you buy them, they love you. Jangan tinggalin mereka gitu aja, karena keegoisan lo, karena lo nggak tau apa cinta bakal mau dateng buat lo lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecewa banget kalo gue dan/atau lo sadar, sebenernya kita kayak apa. Kita sehina, sebusuk dan seegois itu. Seandainya lo yang baca ini, mungkin punya salah sama someone you’ve known a long time ago before you read this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin lo SEDANG melakukan/SEDANG berencana untuk melakukan sesuatu yang lo tau bakal nyakitin mereka, coba lo rasain dalem-dalem apa yang udah lo timbulin dan lo buat mereka ngerasain itu, pain yang lo ciptain and they were just innocence, mereka bahkan peduli sama lo. Minta maaf, sebelum nyesel nantinya. Jauhin pikiran itu sebelum lo makin tergoda untuk berbuat kayak gitu. Sebelum tuh orang ngeliat muka lo aja mending ngeliat poop anjing….. wow! Jadi manusia sehina apa ya lo? Hufff semoga kita semua bisa jadi orang yang lebih baik dan lebih peduli sama perasaan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8915197439796789014-5057229796452639596?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5057229796452639596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5057229796452639596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5057229796452639596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5057229796452639596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/ego-manusia-dan-cinta.html' title='Ego, manusia dan cinta'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6372454743566147596</id><published>2009-09-22T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:53:22.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout Out'/><title type='text'>HARI INI</title><content type='html'>SHOUT OUT!::: BOSEN!!! TERBAKAR API DUNIAWI!!! uuuuh bete banget bosen di rumah deh gue. Kangen Devara sama Jessica Tasha Maya. MAU KELUAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6372454743566147596?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6372454743566147596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6372454743566147596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6372454743566147596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6372454743566147596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-ini.html' title='HARI INI'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6431933957258405609</id><published>2009-09-22T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:46:05.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>In a Relationship.</title><content type='html'>1&gt;&gt; Being Apart:&lt;br /&gt;Ada long-distance sama jarang ketemu. Please guys, being apart is just a micro matter, masalah kecil yang nggak ada artinya dan bukan penghambat. This is the part where you’ll miss em crazily. Keep in touch, lewat web and everything, lo pasti bisa, believe in them. Jangan permasalahin frekuensi ketemu lo yang bisa diitung jari, buat yang jarang ketemu as well. Mungkin karena mau ujian, atau factor orang tua kea gue, atau bisa juga karena akses nya susah dan masih banyak alesan lain. Like I’ve said before, in my previous note, you’re just not together physically, secara mental dan hati kan lo masih connected, kenapa di bawa masalah? Belajar untuk kendaliin emosi lo dan devilish whisper… jgn sampe ada apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;&gt; Facing Problems:&lt;br /&gt;Waktu lo ngadepin masalah, no matter what. Tell it to them, sure they can help, don’t put out your hatred unto them, they don’t know anything. Problems come for reasons, to become more mature, to help you learn more about those stuff. Hadapin semua sama-sama, saling berbagi dan carry on. Jangan salahin dia terus, lo gak tau pengorbanannya. Jangan tuntut dia terus, karena lo gak tau seberapa besar di berperan buat lo di belakang. Kadang::: something real is invisible. Bukan dengan jalan tengah yang agak berat bahasanya: put(piiiip). Apalah itu forbidden buat gue, itu gak bakal nyelesain masalah antara lo berdua, yang ada ngebuat satu pihak stuck, keganjel, alias simbiosis parasitisme…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;&gt; Fighting against time:&lt;br /&gt;Rasa bosen juga pasti dateng, seiring berjalannya waktu. Satu hal yang gue pelajarin, bukan hal-hal besar yang membuat relationship feels so real and meaningful. Tapi hal-hal kecil yang selama ini nggak lo dapet dan nggak lo perhatiin. Hal-hal kecil yang bermakna lebih, when you feel different, like none ever treat you like that. That’s impressive!! Rasa bosen: pengen punya pacar baru, pengen orang baru, gak suka yang yang sekarang, apa capek pacaran. What the hell…. Gak usah konyol, lo pdkt sama dia, lo ngejar-ngejar dia, terus sekarang lo lepas gitu aja? Dimana pendirian lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) PDKT: ngejar ngejar, begitu dapet ya serah gue mau apa, lepasin kale.&lt;br /&gt;B) Yep, I gotcha. This is the beginning, where the part I’ve to be much better for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang mana lo? A? B? gue nggak tau. Lo tipe yang A? HAHA big applause ya ternyata lo itu pembual besar, tukang spik, modal lidah gak ada purity. Cuma bisa ngikutin angin pergi kemana aja gak ada tujuan utama. Poor. If you’re B, I’m proud to see a good guy right there, and a good girl as well. I see that you’re the type who fight to get what you deserve, lo-ve.&lt;br /&gt;Gak penting, biarpun lo cuma punya 1 cewe/cowo untuk jangka waktu 5 ato sekian tahun, bangga lah lo. Bukan hal yang hebat punya 5 ato sekian cewe dalam 1 bulan. Lo bukan segala-galanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;&gt; Live together side by side:&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun kepisah dan nggak sama sama terus, that’s relationship. Hidup berdampingan, and connected to each other, that’s why you are not alone. Lo ada yang ngawasin dan ada yang jagain, udah gitu lo gakbisa semena mena, ada orang disamping lo yang ngontrol sebagian dari hidup lo. Gak perlu marah sama dia, itu hak dia, bukan mendominasi, tapi arahan itu penting. Dia pasti mau yang terbaik buat lo, bukan mau jahat sama lo. They just want to be right here with you, with the best thing to serve. Mereka Cuma nggak mau nyia-nyian lo dan ngecewain lo. Mungkin emang nggak mesti ngatur dan mendominasi, tapi kalo nggak sekali kali kayak gitu gak pernah deh lo rasain sour sweet nya ngejalanin hidup berdampingan. Ada kalanya susah dan ada kalanya gampang. Gimana cara lo milah milah waktu lo untuk semua bagian hidup lo diuji disini. You can’t ignore them, those tiny yet meaningful part, gara-gara bagian bagian hidup lo yang lain, belajar luangin waktu buat mereka, Do you realize? You even don’t have time when they cry about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;&gt; A Big Difference (s):&lt;br /&gt;Perbedaan-perbadaan itulah yang ngebuat kita satu sama lain match. Just like puzzle, nggak akan bisa fit, kalo curve nya sama. Just like yin yang. Just like magnet, gak bakal tarik menarik kalo kutubnya sama. Once I read a woman wrote about her lovelife, she told the readers that the differences lie between her and her husband just make her love him more and more each time, she felt that he taught a lot how to handle differences so it won’t bother both of them. Agama, suku, orang tua, pendapat. Kebanyakan gini nih yang ngebuat rusak, if Love see you both through, and If God says so, then there is always a way to solve those problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;&gt; Bad Witches and Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;Mereka suka ngeganggu sih, kadang orang baru atau orang lama sekalipun…… Gak usah banyak gaya deh nih kalo cuma jadi pengganggu doang mah, ketauan banget sirikan, gak bisa cari orang lain apa ya. Yang udah taken masih aja lo kejar, kayak gak ada kerjaan aja, sadar lah someone’s own what you want, so becareful, gak semua orang bisa terima perlakuan lo. Itu just a short message ya. Hm kalo lo digangguin…. Liat dulu aja cara permainan mereka, kalo emang mereka keterlaluan dan keanya ngebet banget, HAJAR BLEH saran gue, hahah soalnya beberapa kali gue ngdiemin aja, eh ujungnya gak ke handle lepas landas aja mereka. Kalo sampe ada yang ganggu relationship kalian, there’s someone who keeps telling them to break you up or something like that, mending get their ass out of the town, let’s kick ass!! Terus kalo ada orang baru yang masuk ke lingkup lo, keep watching, liat apa yang dia mainin sama dia mau, kalo udah jelas, apalagi orang lama yaa, tending wae, apalagi kalo sampe muna depan lo. Jangan kasih ampun deh, daripada brabe ujungnya nyesel. Ada yang tipe agresif ato diem-diem menghanyutkan alias munafeeek, gampang keliatan. Kalo yang muna, ngumpet dibelakang malu-malu kuciiiing, they’re dangerous. Mesti lo get rid of!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-6431933957258405609?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6431933957258405609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6431933957258405609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6431933957258405609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6431933957258405609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-relationship.html' title='In a Relationship.'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-6786703405802133254</id><published>2009-09-19T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:54:22.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><title type='text'>20092009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Selamat Lebaran, Mohon maaf lahir dan batin ya semuanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;biar pun gue nggak ngerayain, but pacar dan banyak sekali temen temen gue yang ngerayain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be happy ya everybody. God bless us all:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy 1 month for my fucked up brother &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andra Marhaban&lt;/span&gt; and my storytelling friend, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mela&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;long last ya you guyzzzz, i'm so happy for you both&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/8915197439796789014-6786703405802133254?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/6786703405802133254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=6786703405802133254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6786703405802133254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/6786703405802133254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/20092009.html' title='20092009'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5937324127762871152</id><published>2009-09-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:00:04.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Saturday nite before lebaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hari ini gue NGOCOL. haha nggak deng, nggak ada nannies, gue jadinya di rumah, sama bokap nyokap dan adek-adek woooosssh slogan gue sama Tasha gini nih: Happy family? Masih jamaaaan? HAHAHAHA (dengan gaya tengil nada yang mengkeret dan juga tampang mengejek).... gue bantu masak jemur baju dan ya hal hal biasa yang dilakuin kalo ga ada mbak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pagi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--&gt; daily work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--&gt; sok happy family, padahal gue gak enjoy tuh. semu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Siang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--&gt; sms Dv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--&gt; otw Pondok Kelapa, ke rumah Om gue yang baru dateng dari Malaysia. ya ternyata sodara-sodara gue lucu lucu ya ada yang pipi nya gede, ada yang mirip gue, ada juga yang tomboy parah, terus ada yang mirip sm ben, temen kecil gue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--&gt; i was wearing high heels, tank top, sm knitted tank, stocking dan juga peacock earrings, dimana harusnya gue janjian ketemu sama tasha, wtf ya tolong ternyata gue gak ketemu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sore: Malem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gue di drop sama bokap di PIM, hah akhirnya gue lepas dari situ, gue ketemu sama Maya di XXI Cafe. Dia lagi sama sodara gila gue haha Jessica maksutnya terus sama Nadiacp dan Sasya, oke kita talk-talk disana dan ngobrol lah sampe ada si Aga Fakhri Gordy, yeah ada urusan gitu, itu smoking area udah kea punya sendiri gak ada orang lain selain gerombolan kita huahau. Terus Jessica mau ketemu sama pacarnya another cousin gue, dia ka Bakerzin sama Sasya. sementara Maya nemenin gue ketemu Kak Tasya, wetzeeeeh pas ketemu kan di Massimo Dutti yaudeh cabs deh ke Food Hall bentar dan kita ke kansup, abis gatau tempat mana yg enakkk. Kak Tasya created something like.... i don't know what is the name, but damn god, it's so cute..good job kak. after that, kita ke atas dan kak tasya ketemu sama temennya mereka drift away dan gue ke Bakerzin lagi sama Maya, anjrottt bete beuttt, cuma duduk2 aja sih, Jessica lagi ngobrol2 githoeeee. hmmm gue sama Maya mutusin buat ke food court, DAN TAU APA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gue ketemu brother skatepunk gila macho famous banyak gaya sok ganteng bacot seru rame hardcore cadas ngaco sakit jiwa, ya dialah Andra Marhaban Sykes!!! GOKIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hahah yaudah kita duduk bareng aja bertiga sambil bacot dan putu putu. huahaua, gak kerasa, Andra mesti nyamperin keluarganya di PIM 1, yep gue anterin dulu sama Maya, abis itu kita ke PIM 2 lagi buat ketemu temeennya Maya si Arsya buat di anter pulang. HMM di jalan sih sepi gitu keanya pada ngilang ya orang orang wowhoooo lebaran. Di jalan gue ngsmsin siapa kan yg di MCD, kak Iren Ragil sm Ansor tancep lahh, dan thank God mereka di situ jadi kalo nunggu dijemput gak suntuk juga gue kan, gue dianter sampe MCD sekbil, wetsss rame beneeeeurrrrr yahhh gue ngejoin sama meja nya Kak Irene Ragil Sony gidu pastinya, haha sok asik banget dah ye, ngobrol2 aja sih gue males pulang. sampe nyokap tlf br gue blg gue di MCD haha gila lo. YEP, waktu si Ruby Ragil gitu gitu pada out gatau kemana mindahin motor dan sebagian ke kuricang, gue ditemenin Kak Destri, haahhhh untung aje ada temen, bareng sm ka Indri juga, eh gue juga ketemu Anggie Bunga hauhauah iyeahhh lama ga ketemu gitu kan temen 1 angkatan cipika cipiki, hulahula gaya nya cewe gimana sihhhh, yaudah ah hari ini sih rame aja ketemu banyak temen temen, enakan gini drpd di rumah stuck. Pas balik, di mobil bokap ceramah gitu lah tentang cewek..................oke GARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5937324127762871152?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5937324127762871152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5937324127762871152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5937324127762871152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5937324127762871152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-nite-before-lebaran.html' title='Saturday nite before lebaran'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4904843704533792028</id><published>2009-09-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:32:05.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Award'/><title type='text'>Blog Award 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/SrT_XRu27DI/AAAAAAAAAlI/BzkR6hQTxQE/s1600-h/blog_award.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383208229976599602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/SrT_XRu27DI/AAAAAAAAAlI/BzkR6hQTxQE/s320/blog_award.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ini dr Tasha nya Artho :p hueheu the first lohh, thanks honey!!! biarpun gue gak ngerti....yaudah this stuff is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selanjutnya gue kasih award nya buat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tashaartho&lt;br /&gt;2. Tashaanggo&lt;br /&gt;3. Kak Tasya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Maya&lt;br /&gt;5. Mela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gampang aja yang menerima award ini diharuskan untuk membagikan kembali award ini kepada sepuluh orang temannya. Dan selanjutnya si penerima award harus meletakkan link-link berikut ini di blog atau artikel kamu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pedro&lt;br /&gt;2. Irene Kartika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Zara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Nadia Cantika P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. verisstie&lt;br /&gt;6. Nadira amran&lt;br /&gt;7. Farah kemala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Tasha priscilla&lt;br /&gt;9. Irma Christine&lt;br /&gt;10. Tasha andiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aturannya begini : sebelum kamu meletakkan link di atas, kamu harus menghapus peserta nomor 1 dari daftar. Sehingga semua peserta naik 1 level. Yang tadi nomor 2 jadi nomor 1, nomor 3 jadi 2, dst. Kemudian masukkan link kamu sendiri di bagian paling bawah (nomor 10). Tapi ingat ya, kalian semua harus fair dalam menjalankannya. Jika tiap penerima award mampu memberikan award ini kepada 5 orang saja dan mereka semua mengerjakannya , maka jumlah backlink yang akan didapat adalah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ketika posisi kamu 10, jumlah backlink = 1&lt;br /&gt;2. Posisi 9, jml backlink = 5&lt;br /&gt;3. Posisi 8, jml backlink = 25&lt;br /&gt;4. Posisi 7, jml backlink = 125&lt;br /&gt;5. Posisi 6, jml backlink = 625&lt;br /&gt;6. Posisi 5, jml backlink = 3,125&lt;br /&gt;7. Posisi 4, jml backlink = 15,625&lt;br /&gt;8. Posisi 3, jml backlink = 78,125&lt;br /&gt;9. Posisi 2, jml backlink = 390,625&lt;br /&gt;10. Posisi 1, jml backlink = 1,953,125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan semuanya menggunakan kata kunci yang kamu inginkan. Dari sisi SEO kamu sudah mendapatkan 1,953,125 backlink dan efek sampingnya jika pengunjung web para downline kamu mengklik link itu, kamu juga mendapatkan traffik tambahan.Nah, silahkan copy paste saja, dan hilangkan peserta nomor 1 lalu tambahkan link blog/website kamu di posisi 10. Ingat, kamu harus mulai dari posisi 10 agar hasilnya maksimal. Karena jika kamu tiba2 di posisi 1, maka link kamu akan hilang begitu ada yang masuk ke posisi 10." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4904843704533792028?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4904843704533792028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4904843704533792028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4904843704533792028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4904843704533792028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-award-1st.html' title='Blog Award 1st'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/SrT_XRu27DI/AAAAAAAAAlI/BzkR6hQTxQE/s72-c/blog_award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1143407942639213794</id><published>2009-09-15T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:03:51.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Abigail Riot, how's ur lovelife?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sekarang gue mau curcol dong soal lovelife gue. Kayaknya udah lama nggak gue update cerita sebenernya. Let me start my fairy tell. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who and The Alpha?&lt;br /&gt;Pacar gue sekarang namanya Devara.. think u guys all have already known. Gue jadian sama dia tanggal 4th July. T’was on passing grade holiday. Gue di Bangkok dan dia di Bali, yaya kepisah jarak tapi yang ada malah so close ya unyunyu. Gue deket sama dia tuh akhir Juni, gara-gara gue selek-selek gitulah sama ex gue. Thank God he came to me and offered me something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gue tau rasanya sayang yang bener-bener pol, he’s like my brother, my cousin, my friend, my playmate, my crying-shoulders, my guardian, my bff. He’s everything. Ini dia yang gue cari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s in your head Abi?&lt;br /&gt;Gue yakin sih makin lama pacaran, pasti hal-hal yang tadinya special keak.. saying I love you I miss you atau spending time together pasti makin kurang. Pasti bakal kerasa “yaudah gue percaya sama lo, biarin gue jalanin hidup gue yang biasa, berdampingan sama hidup lo”. Mungkin rasa bosen juga bakal dateng, whenever. Dari sini gue belajar, kalo ternyata emang, bukan hal besar yang ngebuat pacaran itu jadi special, tapi hal-hal kecil yang sepele dan justru (rarely) you and your only one do. Makin lama jadian, gue yakin pasti makin biasa dan ada rasanya pengen punya pasangan baru, mungkin bukan di gue, mungkin di dia..but I try my best, pasangan baru…. Gue ngga tergiur, jujur, gue udah ngerasa nyaman aman dan tentram, di hubungan yang lalu-lalu gue terlalu ngebawa serius alias nggak have fun. Mungkin sekarang gue serius, gue mau COMMIT sama omongan2 gue ke Deva, tapi gue juga pengen have fun. So dia juga ngerasa gue ada buat dia nggk Cuma buat affection aja, tp disegala waktu, di waktu dia seneng-seneng main, sama diwaktu dia bête sama gue sekali pun. Cherish every little things you do and you’ve done with them, because those things hide something you don’t know. Something sweeter I guess. Gue juga selalu ngebawa seneng aja kalo lagi hang out sama dia, gakpeduli lagi selek ato gak ada duit dan dimanapun, gue bawa enjoy aja, ini yang gue cari, WAH emang sih waktu dulu deket sama Deva, sebelum jadian gue juga deket sama adalah orang-orang yang juga baik sama gue, Idk why there’s something in him I can’t deny. Gue jarang banget yang namanya ngerasa bosen, even with Deva sekarang, why?&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love with the same guy each day, jadi feel gue juga ke-refill sendirinya, hal-hal yang udah passed away, yang dulu-dulu selalu jadi pegangan, hal terkecil pun gue inget, yang ngebuat gue norak ketawa senyam senyum sendiri lah, itu, FLASHBACK. Mungkin dia bakal ada berubah dikit seiring jalannya waktu, tp gue tau, dia Devara :’) apa lagi mau ngadepin ujian.. HELLO gue parno banget kalo disaat gue butuh support dan dukungan super, dia malah ninggalin gue apa gmn2, tp gue coba bgt  buat pikir positif, selalu gue kubur yg kea ginigini. Frekuensi ketemu gimana yaaa, wah bakal jarang abis itu ini itu apa lah, semuanya emang ngerasukin otak gue, kadang gue juga sampe down bête sendiri mikirnya tapi yaudahlah, gue bawa seneng, I try to make him happy, he’s happy, I know, so why do I have to feel like it’s the end of the world? I’m holding on to him, very tight, til I even can’t control my nerves. It’s rushing through my veins, and it makes me so happy about life. Hang on! The best is yet to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next months and furthermore..?&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m gonna spend almost all my days with him, biarpun nggak secara fisik side by side, I’ve been blessed, and you are my blessing :} don’t go. Itu aja keanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any last words?&lt;br /&gt;Wow so u are trying me? I got a last one, long one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there big guy, ini gue lagi di wawancara ceritanya jadi gausah bacot lo ah wuakak. Gue sayang sama lo, more and more each day if u really want to know. Apa ya..if u read this shit, I know you’re smiling. You’ll go up up up and up, call me if you miss me. I’m missing you rite now, most of my time, this is how I spend it. I ain’t gonna feel tired, this thing drives me crazy, really. It’s sweet realizing that I’m yours.. Emang sih ketemu gue sama lo tuh keanya kapan ya idk, haah lama gidude tp oke gk masalah, Sabtu ini.make it the best I’ve ever felt like yaa, to be honest, gue seneng bisa sama lo HAHAHA you’re spoiled and you’re where I belong. Kinda cute to see you sleep such a baby. well apa lagi ya gue bingung. private!! :p:p huehuehe see u tayanqq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1143407942639213794?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1143407942639213794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1143407942639213794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1143407942639213794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1143407942639213794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/abigail-riot-hows-ur-lovelife.html' title='Abigail Riot, how&apos;s ur lovelife?'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8657910062444652199</id><published>2009-09-15T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:01:29.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout Out'/><title type='text'>apa kata gue</title><content type='html'>Gue lagi suntuk banget sekarang, bingung aja gitu, kayaknya risih banget pala gue. Suntuk bangedddh bawaannya pengen sama temen-temen aja, sama Devara? Hmm for now, we’re having fun with friends aja dan emang pacaran itu kan buat ngejalanin hidup berdampingan, bukan nya buat mendominasi. (udah dewasa lo net? Sekarang diem) hmmm apa lagi, liburan ini kerja gue belajar pagi dan siangnya gue cabut sampe sore atau sampe malem atau sampe larut malem, tergantung mood. Mulut gue juga keanya belom sembuh sembuh haha aduh sembuh doong:( ye gue tau sih emang habit gue yang fckk banget ini nih yang kurang ajar dan setan banget, what can I do? I’ll muster my best effort then.. liburan ini hampa banget keanya sepi gitu gaktau kenapa, gue sama Tasha ngerasa hal yang sama, gue keak yang…. “Tash bête dah” “Tash suntuk deh” ya respon dia juga sama “iyaya net keanya gini gini aja” YOIH, keanya makin kesini kok makin ngebetein, what’s wrong I don’t even know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan gue juga keanya TSSSAH, gak karuan, bener-bener gue nggak ngerti apa yang gue pikirin, gaktau emang gue yang gila apa emang gue terlalu rasional. Contohnya kemaren..gue jalan dari bunderan bintaro sampe rumah maya, jauh emang, mungkin menurut maya gue yang sakit jiwa, tp kemaren kalo ditanya sama Faqih pun emang jujur, JUJUR banget, gue mumet gue pengen sendiri, pengen mikir aja, (bukan sendiri pengen putus dari deva ya), maksut gue sendiri, nggak ada temen, bukan sendiri mau putus lah intinya biar ga salah tafsir. Dan I enjoyed it, gue jalan di sidewalk bintaro yang anginnya lagi ngedukung banget, suara-suara mobil ya asu banget bising, gue malah ngerasa peaceful, kayak apa yeee kea nya sendiri ga ada masalah, free gitu lah noraknya. Di rumah juga apa sih kerjaaan gue sampah bener liburan gini keanya freak abis ngemper di rumah ya tolong, tp atas kesadaran gue masih mau ttp disuruh belajar, OKE MA PA? jadi gak salah dong tp kalo gue sore mau keluar yelahh toh gue masih ngikutin mau mereka kan? BEUGHHHH bête gila kalo masih kena semprot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s visible, what you could possibly see is not the truth. Maksut gue ya apa yang tampak belom tentu sama kea apa yang sebenernya, mata emang bisa nipu kok. Itu dia kurang ajarnya,manusia jadi gampang di tipu ahaha bagian ini yang paling gue gaksuka, dimana lo udah percaya dan lepas tangan karena emang ngerasa everything’s alright dan taunya beda kea apa yang lo perkirain, ELAH BETE NYAAA!! Wuoyyy. Udah deh daaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8657910062444652199?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8657910062444652199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8657910062444652199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8657910062444652199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8657910062444652199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/apa-kata-gue.html' title='apa kata gue'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8496860495557764222</id><published>2009-09-15T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:58:22.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Tuesday! of holiday</title><content type='html'>Hari ini seperti biasa gue bangun jam 3 lebih gidudeeeeej buat saur. Gue mamam apa ya..hm njirrr lupa gue hahak.. gue ketiduran sekitar jam 5 jadinya damn ok gue lupa buat minta uang sama bokap, duit gue udah kritis banget parah, Cuma 30ribu shit, tp yaudahlah lapang dada gue bawa santai, gue baru bangun sekitar jam 9 hahah busyedddh kebo benerrr ye bête abisnya, hm abis itu gue langsung mandu gitu gila emang rajin yeah wkwk, abis mandi gue langsung belajar, gue ngerjain 70soal matematika dan jug abaca buku ipa yesyesyes. Sekitar jam stengah 1, untuk kesekian kalinya gue cabut ke sekolah nya si Tasha dan Maya. Gue naik motorrrr!!! (gue suka naik motor loh dingin abisnya, but in fact, bokap sm nyokap nggak suka kalo gue naik motor), gue naik motor dianter sama supir gue yang gahoel beud, namanya BOY! Gila nama panjangnya dia tuh RONALD BOY. WUEZZZ!@#$ yoih banget ye. OKEH lanjut, gue nemenin dia ngopi sama ngerokok dulu, anjirrr gue keak kambing cengo diem doang di warung kopi deket sekolah tasha, supir gue tuh emang ajaib banget kea mbah surip gitu deh rokok sama kopi mulu, ampe kasian gue ama dia -_-- hahaha abis itu gue ke sekolah tasha dah tinggal terbang aje, sampe disana gue ketemu sodara gila gue si Jessica, gue ngobrol sama curcol deh lama lumayan sama dia di jemput sama om hendro, dan gue sempet sendiri gitu gara2 si jess pulang tp tasha maya belom turun2 juga. Begitu mereka turun, yaudah lah gue Tasha sama Maya naik mobil nya tasha dianter sama supir nye yang kewl banget namanya tobi huaha.. gue ke ohlala lagi untuk kesekian kaleee!! Gak ada abisnya deh gue sama anak anak ngobrol ngobrol ketawa norak gitu lah biasa mulai sok asiknya ohlala serasa punya sendiri. Then, temen gue dateng lagi, sahabat gue dari SD ye, gaya banget naik motor juga die, nahhh kita mamam ngemil dll sambil cerita cerita gue jga sambil ngilangin suntuk lah, biasa gedo, terus tmn gue ini mau les kan yaudah dia minta ijin ke nyokap gue biar gue boleh nemenin dia, kepim, oke ijin udah dikantongin, maya sama tasha di tinggal di ohlala, dan gue naik motor lagi sama si sahabat gue ini kan. EEEEEEEEEH goddamn cute, motornya…..ban nya dikempesin shit abis, hahaha akhirnya kita nunggu di pnggir belokan sampe orang bengkel nya dateng. Si orang bengkel kece benerrr dah rambutnya gondrong kan udah oke naik motor bebek, tuh motor di pinjem sama temen gue ini, jadi plan nya gue sama dia bakal ke rumah nya dulu bentar buat naro motor si orang bengkel dan bakal lanjut ke pondok indah naik taxi, Jessica yg ada dipim jg udah gue confirm gue blg gue gatau dtg apa gak soalnya MOGOK. Eeeh taunya ya sial nya resenya dan gak disangka nya..motor si orang ganteng MOGOK juga, HAHAHA 2x MOGOK!!! Gila dosa apa dah loooo. Dosa apa dah gueeee. Pas dia lagi mau coba coba nyalain motor si sonrus lewat sama nicky, gue panggil aja gue bilang “MOGOK WOI” huahau gue sm nih bocah udah jadi tontonan umum bête abeees. Sonrus balik dan nganter gue ke rumah maya, abis itu dia balik lagi ke ber. HAAAH, di rumah maya, yaudah lah ngasik lagi sama nih cewe cewe gila, gue di kamar nya berdua sama tasha, maya nya mandi, terus apa yayaya gue make bb maya buat ol ahahah oke lah, ditolerir. Abis itu hmmm gue sama tasha jalan kaki ke ilp, mereka mau les. Si maya nyusul, naik mobil. Haha gue sama tasha ramah lingkungan yaaah sorry may haha gak deeng, hm abis itu yaudah deh gue minta dijemput sama boy lagi terus pulang tasha maya les, gue sampe rumah udah deh ngemper jeber okay?BYEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8496860495557764222?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8496860495557764222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8496860495557764222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8496860495557764222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8496860495557764222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday-of-holiday.html' title='Tuesday! of holiday'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1795024602618710887</id><published>2009-09-15T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:37:09.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout Out'/><title type='text'>You're special</title><content type='html'>You&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;By: Janet Abigail&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“….you don’t have to speak any word!! I rule here. And um…. It’s fun to be like Lily Allen. I’d try to ignore every bad things that come out from some people who are not even better than me. Try it! You’ll be more confident. You’re not them. They’re not you. You’re different. Live your life”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart ad intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” –Steve Jobs!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He’s absolutely right! You have your rights. So why do you have to live your life depending on other people’s rules? Other people’s suckish talks? Hey, believe me, if they call you naughty, dirty, bitchy, just because of your poverty, your style of talking, and the way you act. I guess they don’t even know you more deeper than your closest buddies. Behind my back, in-front of me either, there’re a lot of people sayin’ something I wish I’d never hear, my bad habits, or anything related to it, they keep mocking and talking BLABLABLA, but I’ve always wondered, ALWAYS, are those people better than me? Are those people loved? For God’s sakes, they are big-mouthed. I hate when people start to lose their mind and become uncontrollable to others, like they rule those innocent people’s life. What d hell are ya thinking? I never get in to something I don’t know well, even my best friend’s life, maybe I COULD give em suggestion, but not trying to change them from what they’ve BECOME, what they’ve CHOSEN to live this life. I’ll keep em away from falling, but not trying to brainwash them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Just think, WHAT IF, they’re sick of what you’ve done? Shut up and think!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Adult and kids are the same. We still need those people to become better, but keep them away from your zone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My friend, Anggo, he said “Life is about choices.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Guess he’s right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O’ I almost forgot, there’s an excuse for people who don’t treasure their own life. They ruin their life by destructing their-selves with unimportant things. And… people who don’t respect other people’s right, other people’s choice, other people’s life. They’re not my type.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8915197439796789014-1795024602618710887?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1795024602618710887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1795024602618710887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1795024602618710887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1795024602618710887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-special.html' title='You&apos;re special'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1606506637397706727</id><published>2009-09-14T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:31:21.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>FYI, I miss you.</title><content type='html'>hey cute guy. how's it goin? haha kangen deh dev sama lo. gak ketemu nyaris 2 minggu..well that's okay as long as ur okay and ur having fun, i dnt mind to lose u for a while,i mean to give u some space. tp parah gue kgn bgt,udh libur malah suntuk aja cabut dr rumah gk ada lo. lo main apa aja dev sm tmn2? seru? ah it's not that fun spending my time without you. gue kangen sama lo. kepikiran fufufu. see u soon dev :s muahhhh inget gue yaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1606506637397706727?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1606506637397706727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1606506637397706727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1606506637397706727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1606506637397706727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/fyi-i-miss-you_14.html' title='FYI, I miss you.'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-7887306572812555385</id><published>2009-09-14T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:22:59.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>sometimes i hate monday pt. 3</title><content type='html'>kita ngobrol dan ya macem2 biarpun ga ngilangin bete dan suntuknya gue asu bgtttt! gue diem aja dah mikir bnyk bgtt. gue cuci muka iyakkk ke kmr mandi duduk bntr um.. sekitar jam 4an faqih mesti cabut ke rmh tmnnya. febi sm gian naik mbl berdua smntr gue jcka faqihh.febi beli bensin dan faqih bawa kita duluan..badan gue anget sodara2.. hah gue minta diturunin di bunderan bntaro biarpun faqih udh pny niat baik buat nganter tp ujungnya gue jln kaki ke sektor 5 main ke rmh maya. ok fckk u gue bete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-7887306572812555385?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/7887306572812555385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=7887306572812555385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7887306572812555385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/7887306572812555385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-hate-monday-pt-3.html' title='sometimes i hate monday pt. 3'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-5030496844762651661</id><published>2009-09-14T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:15:14.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>sometimes i love monday pt. 2</title><content type='html'>...abis gue nonton sekitar jam stengah 1 gue minta dianter ke sekolah lama gue buat ktmu tasha maya irma gt gt. and hell...gue ketemu sodara sedeng gue si jcka. yepp tmn2 gue pada cabut nya selasa yedeh gue jemput mreka bsk. lagian jg gue suntuk, i HATE THIS *SECRET* thing! gue pergu sm jessica ke rmh nya nmenin dia ganti baju abis itu ke rumah faqih pdhl tdnya kita udh otw pim bedua kea lesbi.yaudah dh disana gue jessica barengan faqih gian sm febi ngemper aja kl gk di kmrnya faqih ya kr ruamg dpnnya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-5030496844762651661?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/5030496844762651661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=5030496844762651661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5030496844762651661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/5030496844762651661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-love-monday-pt-2.html' title='sometimes i love monday pt. 2'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4565763008772365040</id><published>2009-09-14T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:09:57.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>sometimes i love monday pt. 1</title><content type='html'>heeey bloggers. udah lama ya ga nyapa ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's life? getting better huh? or getting worse? idk what is ur answer tho but life is about choices, that was what my pal told me and guess he's rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm hari ini gue kan udah libur. pagi pagi gue sahur dan gue tidur lagi bangun jam 7an sebelum nyokap bokap ke kantor awkaka gue udh gila kayanyaaaa!!!! gue di kamar nyokap pasang lagu lagu jadul papamama yang touchy touchy gitu dejjjj ye keak lionel richie dkk. abis itu gue nonton elizabethtown sm death race&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4565763008772365040?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4565763008772365040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4565763008772365040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4565763008772365040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4565763008772365040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-love-monday-pt-1.html' title='sometimes i love monday pt. 1'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4130479211042011435</id><published>2009-09-05T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:04:00.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>4 September 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;- Happy 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; months Devara:’)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;- Say hello to Beo Allbase ;}&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;- a cute day with my hubby Devara and a fuckin crazy day with both my best, Tasha and Andra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Gue sekolah seperti biasa, puasa juga jalan. HMMM abis itu gue jemput adek gue kesekolahnya haha sambil belajar lohhh, bawa tas sekolah sama bawa buku latian :D:D:D brzzzt gue abis itu ngedrop adek-adek gue sama mbak gue ke rumah, huohhh langsung capcus ke….Penabur. jemput si Tasha, eeeh taunya ada si Jessica yaudah dia minta ikut, ye dah barenggg! Ke ohlala dari jam 3, bayangin sepi benerrrrr. Abis itu gue kan main main sama ngobrol yaudew, nunggu si Devara kan yaya, dia abis try out getho deh, huahah pas gue tlfon katanya udah on d way, OKAY! Di ohlala ngablak aja deej, pas liat ada motor lewat taunya Devara sama Andra wessss brother Marhaban!! Yaudah, gue, Jessica, Tasha, sama Devara dan Andra, duduk cerita ketawa dan lain lain yeahhh! Abis itu gue…..kasih deh hand made gue ke deva :d huehehe 4photocards, 1 buku, 1 anniversary card hehe sama gue kasih denger apa yeahhh rekaman suara gua hahh. Oki benerrrr, abis itu kan sampe sore ngobrol ngobrol gituuuu tapi jam stgh 6 deva sama andra balik ke rumah nya deva dulu buat buka puasa, nah gue bertiga kan Jessica tasha gue, yeh ngemper deh curcol gitu huahahah. Sampe mereka berdua balik, yaudah lanjut lagi ngobrol sampe jebol, ngakak ngakak sampe melarat sama bangkumis bang koki dan siapa lagi dah kaga tau gue. Kita ngobrol ngobrol sambil shisha ketawa ketiwi, mana nggak dewasa benerrr ye ngerusak meja huahah abis arangnya sampe jatoh jatoh gitu kan jadinya yaa secara meja kayu....... JEDER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Jessica di samperin sama temennya dulu juga, si Iqbal sama temennya kaga tau siapa, gue Devara Andra sama Tasha ya cicicuit, Jessica ada urusan bentar di meja sebelah huehehe. Sampe akhirnya Iqbal dkk balik, Jessica balik jb sama kitaaa, yaudah ngobrol ngobrol lagi sampe seruseruan juga sama org2 ohlala, OKE gila. tiba-tiba bokapnya jessica dateeeeng!!! YADOH DAMN IT! huahau pokoknya gitu deh hari jumat kemaren seru bangetttt, abis Jessica pulang, gue sama Andra Tasha Devara lanjut ngobrol ke BEO huahau Belakang Ohlala, uyeaaaah our new base :}}}} kita ngobrol2 ketawa nyanyi takut2an ah semuanya. pokonya gituuuu deeeh privacy huehuehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8915197439796789014-4130479211042011435?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4130479211042011435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4130479211042011435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4130479211042011435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4130479211042011435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-september-09.html' title='4 September 09'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-238985555807071322</id><published>2009-09-05T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:19:48.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>MEREKA, 1 kata arti hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Dalam hitungan bulan gue bakal lulus dan naik ke jenjang yang lebih tinggi. Itu semua gue yakin nggak lepas dari orang-orang terdekat yang selalu bisa ngerubah mood gue dalam sekejap. Selama belasan tahun gue hidup, udah banyak pelajaran yang gue dapet, ya tentu aja dari mereka. Dari keluarga gue, dari nyokap bokap gue yang bawel, dari adek-adek gue yang recet, dari sodara-sodara yang asik, dari om tante yang riuh, opa oma opung yang suka nyemangatin gue. Belum lagi dari sahabat-sahabat gue yang selalu ada buat gue, disaat gue nangisin kepergian orang orang yang gue sayang, disaat gue &lt;i style=""&gt;complicated&lt;/i&gt; sama hidup gue, keluarga gue, study gue atau pacar gue, gue nggak bisa ngebayangin kalo mereka nggak ada, gimana gue bisa hold on ya buat tetep hidup. Ditambah, dari pacar gue, yang ada aja ulahnya, ngebuat gue ketawa dan seneng waktu sama dia, kalo dia nggak ada pun gue suka ketawa sendiri keinget sama gila nya, orang yang ngebuat gue ngerasa dipeduliin dan disayang nggak ada abisnya, biarpun disaat yang nggak ketebak. Sekarang gue mau hidup selama mungkin, gue pengen bisa liat mereka, nemenin mereka sampe akhirnya juga, gue pengen bantuin mereka jalanin hidup, share jatuh bangunnya, sama kayak apa yang mereka udah lakuin ke gue. Gue pengen kasih tunjangan hidup buat orang tua gue di waktu senja mereka, mereka tinggal nikmatin apa yang gue punya, mereka gak perlu kerja lagi. Gue pengen bisa liat temen-temen dan sahabat-sahabat gue sukses, sarjana, menikah, punya suami yang bertanggung jawab dan anak-anak yang lucu, keluarga yang harmonis, pokoknya semua yang ngebuat mereka seneng. Gue pengen bisa liat adek-adek gue sekolah tamat sampe selesai, ngeliat mereka sukses terus punya masa depan yang ngebuat bokap nyokap gue bangga, gue pengen adek-adek gue itu, ya ataupun adek-adekan sekalipun, junior-junior yang deket sama gue, gue pengen liat mereka jadi cowo cewe yang gedenya punya karir, jadi cewe mandiri dan jadi cewe yang bener, jadi cowo yang bertanggung jawab, cowo yang bisa dipegang omongannya, yang bisa jaga pacarnya, tunangannya, istrinya tanpa pamrih. Gue pengen bisa buat mereka semua bangga bisa kenal sama gue semasa hidup, gue pengen mereka seneng setiap kali ada gue nemenin mereka. Apa yang bisa gue lakuin untuk itu? Kebanggaan hidup yang susah banget buat lo dapetin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Gue yakin lo semua juga punya “MEREKA”, orang orang yang memiliki kendali besar buat lo, dalem ngejalanin hidup atau pun dalem nyeselesaiin masalah. Apa yang udah lo lakuin untuk ngebuat mereka seneng? Mungkin sama kali ya kea gue, secuil dari seonggok yang mereka kasih. Mereka itu orang-orang yang ngebuat lo ngerasain susah senengnya hidup, yang ngebuat lo bisa buka mata atas apa yang lo hadapin sekarang. Mereka juga yang ngebuat lo sadar, udah jadi apa lo sekarang. Gue secara pribadi ya, personally, gue sebisa mungkin tunjukin rasa peduli gue ke mereka di dalam event apapun, mungkin mereka ada masalah atau apalah, gue emang ga punya apa apa, masih idup dari orang tua, tapi gue punya akhlak, gue punya otak, gue punya waktu. Sebisa mungkin gue bantu mereka kalo mereka lagi ada masalah ataupun sakit, sesering mungkin gue bilang sama pacar gue kalo gue sayang sama dia. Kenapa… emang lo tau sampe kapan lo bisa kasih tau ke mereka lo sayang sama mereka? Yakin kesempatan lo buat di deket mereka masih panjang? Kan itu uncertain…………….. Think deeper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“And I will breathe for you each day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Comfort you through all the pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Gently kiss your fears away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You can turn me and cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Always understand that I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Give you all I am inside”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;PS: papa mama, biar gue suka ngebangkang makasih udah mau hidup buat gue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Temen-temen semua, makasih udah tetep mau nerima gue sengocol-ngocolnya gue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Devara, makasih. Gue sayang sama lo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8915197439796789014-238985555807071322?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/238985555807071322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=238985555807071322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/238985555807071322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/238985555807071322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/mereka-1-kata-arti-hidup.html' title='MEREKA, 1 kata arti hidup'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1678558439684063156</id><published>2009-09-05T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:17:32.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Hell what they say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Kecewa banget. Itu yang gue rasain. Mereka disupport sementara gue mesti kehenti sampe sini, gue ikutin semua mau mereka!! GILA mesti sampe kapan gue turutin, gue juga udah punya kemauan gue punya pilihan gue sendiri, terima ajalah, gue sama lo juuga nggak sama, beda pendapat, tapi pernah mau cari titik temu nggak lo? Nggak kan. Lo nyuruh gue mundur? Wets gue 3 hari nggak di rumah capek-capek ya, buat dapetin itu. Gue sekarang lagi megang tanggung jawab, kenapa lo gakbisa support gue? Bukannya lo pengen liat gue bahagia? Pengen liat gue seneng? Kenapa malah lo neken? Yaudah deh kalo emang lo mau gue lega, lo kasih gue space, lepasin gue. Jangan cari gue aja, lo juga nggak mau ngurus gue kan? Cuma mau untungnya aja? Gue tau semuanya emang yang terbaik buat gue, tapi kalo nggak sejalan, apa mesti gue forsir buat ikutin? Gue capek gini terus, mesti speak up mulu sama lo, kenapa nggak pernah bisa ngerti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1678558439684063156?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1678558439684063156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1678558439684063156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1678558439684063156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1678558439684063156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/09/hell-what-they-say.html' title='Hell what they say'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8950306596589340664</id><published>2009-08-13T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:24:05.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>D♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Devara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dev, i love youuuuuu ya ay&lt;br /&gt;ahahah as long as i could&lt;br /&gt;i will tell you this thing over and over&lt;br /&gt;you're my all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8950306596589340664?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8950306596589340664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8950306596589340664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8950306596589340664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8950306596589340664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/08/d.html' title='D♡'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1128988355179868168</id><published>2009-08-13T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:21:52.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Java Rocking Land 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>Java Rocking Land 2009 &lt;33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Places: PIM, Busway, Ancol: Kopi Duk, Stages, Maya's house, MCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People involved: Me&amp;amp;Devara, Tasha&amp;amp;Anggo, Maya, Andra, Randy, Farah&amp;amp;Sultan a bit, Tristan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day: Saturday, 8th of August 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue jam 12an ke rumah Maya, disana gue nungguin Tasha juga. Ets enggak deng jam 10. abis Tasha dateng, yaudah Tasha sama Maya makan sebentar mau ngehemat duit katanya bzzzt gue aja masih kenyang nyiet, yaudah gue bilang ntar aja gue makan pas di kansup. abis itu Maya harus ngambil tiket ke sekbil, okay akhirnya ke sekbil ke jalan Kucica kalo gak salah, 200ribu paid, buat Tristan. Akhirnya kita bertiga ke pim dan sampai dengan selamat tidak kurang apapun. Di pim, kita langsung ke kansup, karena gue juga udah laper. Kita ke bawah daaaan, menunggu Devara dan Andra, serta Farah yang harus les dulu ye biasa anak rajin. Gue makan siang dengan 1 pisang goreng meses keju abis itu sama Moccacino, manztapppp! Dan ternyata gue udah kenyang. Devara sama Andra dateng dan kita talk-talk gitu lah, menunggu Maya dan Tasha yang beli sesuatu dan jemput Tristan ke lantai atas. Sampe Farah dateng, ya gue nemenin dia ketemu Sultan di Pintu 5, Farah juga mau kasih hadiah ulang tahun gitu buat Sultan, JREEEET gue jalan sama Farah dan ketemu Sultan, Farah kasih hadiahnya dzingggggg ada si Aga juga. Yedeh mesra benerrrr ye si Farsul. eits abis tu di tembak deeeh si Farah haha jadian deh depan mata, tapi gak lepas dari jasa gue lojjjjj huahaua. Selamat ye awet. Yep lanjut mang. Abis itu kita ke skywalk PIM 2, untuk nyari busway, gue Devara Maya Andra dan Tasha. Farahnya tuh ikut mobil Febi bareng Sultan. Devara nya norak gitu ya lucu deh pokoknya, sementara yang cewe-cewe udah kepanasan, itu sekitar jam 3, Andranya.....kalem pasrah menyendiri huakakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DI BUSWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Destination: Ancol&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Harmoni Senen Ancol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ngikutin rute yang ada, dari dempet-dempetan ngantri sampe nggak bisa nafas, sampe capek berdiri di dalem bis yang pontang panting gitu, wasweswos seru ye. sampe di Ancol itu jam 5an, kita bayar masuk Ancol dan mencari taxi tanpa argo hueee jadi ke bajaj gitu deh nego, asoy 6 orang 1 taxi 30 ribu, lumayaaan. Yep dan nasib Devara apes banget ternyata, dia mesti mangku gue HAHAHA berat ya sayang.... Yaudah ah kita berenti di Pizza Hut untuk ketemu Farah sebentar, ternyata dia lagi menyantap mamaman yaaaa. yaudah ah itu udah maghrib yudah ngopi lagi deh di sampingnya kan Kopi Duk, kopi yang ke-3x. OKAY. Gue Devara Maya Tasha Andra sama Tristan. Dari situ kita jalan melewati Le Bridge AW dll sampai ke.... Segarra!!! WAH jauh banget ya ternyata, gue sampe capek!!!! Mana ketemu orang lama ye kan muka nya ngajak berantem gethoooo huahaha cape dej jaman sekarang boook, gue juga bisa nyentil lu kale. Yeah abis gue jalan, beriring-iringan sama Devara, Maya sama Andra juga tuh..................... whoops stop bergosip deh ah ssssssssh. Oh iya, si Anggo sama Randy udah nungguin di gate nya gitu deh cacian nungguin lama. Sampe di gate pertama, kita semua ngantri, kan masyarakat yang baik...... Abis ngantri, harus ngelewatin keamanan, di periksa periksa gitu deh barang bawaannya, terus ngantri lagi nunjukin tiket, sampe akhirnya masuk ke tempat pen-scan-an barcode tiket!!! AKHIRNYA........ yaudah ah masuk deh abis itu yang tainya kenapa di depan depan mesti ada BADUT! ntah badut sirkus ato badut make up apa lahhhh gak suka gue.. EZMOZI. lanjut bang, sampe di dalem gak tau deh apa yang lagi main, sampe Siksa Kubur datang menyiksa meramaikan suasana, rawrrrrrrrrrr, gue sama Maya nyusup ke dalem, Maya nantangin moshing masak hahaha Devara sama Andra aja diem doang yeee. Tasha Anggo udah gaktau kemana, ketemu Randy tos-tosan dulu dia sama temennya. Tristan cengo dan Farah belom keliatan bibirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WAITED FOR SECONDHAND SERENADE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JRENGJRENGJRENG DUNG TAK, kedengeran deh CHECK SOUND di stage yang bakal Secondhand pake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue Devara Maya Andra cari tempat PW buat duduk untuk nantinya berdiri dan mengumandangkan suara IYEAHHHH. Sampe akhirnya ternyata dia dateng dan mengundang guests buat teriak WOHOOOOO WOWWWWW YEAAAAH JOOOOOHN apalah semuanya ngeboom boom banget sampe semriwing kuping gue. Lagu pertama yang dia bawain.... YOUR CALL, begitu gitarnya masuk langsung deh WHOAAAAAAA!!!! pada gak sante nafsu banget liat nya, ada di samping gue suaranya pecah banget ya cowo parah sumbang banget tai teriak teriak di kuping huahauah. Secondhand ngebawain berapa lagu yaaa lupa, Awake::: pas itu kan kan kan Devara meluk gue hahaha ughh i lop yu ay, Like A Knife, Stranger, Vulnerable, Stay Close Don't Go, Fall For You, Coldplay - Fix You, new song, sama apa lagi gue lupa deh. Gue ngeliat ke samping mukanya pada ceming nikmatin, kalo nggak pada di peluk gitu sama pacarnya huahah eh pas di situ mulai ke belakang belakang Andra ke belakang, capek katanya, sebenernya gue juga capek nggak bisa nafas, tapi yah kapan lagi Secondhand Serenade sama Deva kan....... mana Deva nya bete lagi hahhh yaudah gakpapa lagi dapet kali dia. Nah sampe akhirnya itu selesai gue udah capek dan kita bertiga keluar dari kerumunan yang rame nya astajim sampe belakang, gue duduk duduk lah semuanya rame rame sama Tasha Anggo gitu -gitu Randy juga. Devara mau beli minum, cari minum yaudah gue temenin, jalan jalan hand in hand, muter dan yepppp Devara emosi pas cara beli nya lama banget.......... pesen dapet bon bayar ke kasir yang auk dimana balik lagi ngambil pesenan, halahhh apa banget dah. Yaudah dapet Orange squash kan. Balik lagi ke tempat Anggo Tasha Randy Maya dll. Farah juga udah sama kita. Kita ngobrol ngobrol dan udah pada minta ijin nginep, gue mah belom, hahaha gue sempet kesel gue gak boleh nginep yaudah gue mohon mohon aja nginep rumah Maya, dan thanks DAD, boleeeeeh. Kita semua ngerundingin mau ngapain lagi, gue udah ngantuk sampe mau bobo sambil duduk, sementara yang lain ke laperan. Akhirnya sekitar jam 12an ya kurang lebih, kita keluar dari area itu, berunding mau kemana sampe akhirnya kita JALAN JAUH ke Pizza Hut yang ternyata tutup shitttt, untungnya Kopi Duk masih buka, gue ngantuuuuuk banget, mereka ada yang pesen muffin lah apa lah sementara gue??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devara nyekokin gue Espresso......................................... WOW "manis" banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu baru dateng kan masih panas, ake di itung sama Devara suruh minum, udah bau tanah, makin ogah lah gue. Yaudah gue minum sekali, DAMN pait bangeeeet huaaaa T.T mau muntah gue udah kea puyer tuh, dipaksa lagi dengan gayanya yang sok bete anjrot gitu, yaudah gue...GLEKGLEKGLEK sampe abis, sampe gak bisa ngomong muka gue mengkeret, hah ancur deh sampe mau muntah beneran diujung trachea deh......... gue nyolong aja creamer nya Andra huahaah. Akhirnya setelah berapa menit gue di kasih minum yang manis juga deh makaaaasih. Kita keluar karena papanya Maya juga udah jemput, Randy sama Anggo balik ke rumah Randy dulu buat nampang dan abis itu cabut ke rumah Maya, gue Devara Maya Tasha Andra Farah naik mobil Maya dianterinnnn. Si Andra di turunin di Tanah Kusir ngakakak. Sementara di mobil suasananya juga udah panas gitu babenya Maya kea ga sreg ada cowo nginep rumah Maya, gue mah bodo amet toh babenya Maya kankan gue mah Devara nya aja ya huahauahua ampun ego banget. Yaudah sampe rumah Maya akhirnya mendapat izin juga. Di atas ada ruang komputer yang di kasih kasur lipat dan di sampingnya kamar Agis....... tiba-tiba........Anggo sama Randy dateng tanpa sepengetahuan mommy dan daddy nya Maya hauhau gue juga kaget banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT TIME, my favorite part......&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua main, online ngobrol putu putu ah semuanya deh. Sampe akhirnya Farah tepar duluan, abis itu Maya, dan Randy juga haha, Tasha sama Anggo mereka di teras ngeliatin bintang sama bulan, sementara gue sama Devara......... ngobrol berbagi rasa ye Dev akakaka, abis itu gue sama Deva ngintipin Tasha sama Anggo yang udah keak artis bollywood getho, terus moto-motoin yang pada molor. yaudah abis itu main bareng ya Dev kita huahaua. pokoknya seru, sampe ujungnya gue dan Devara tidak tidur dan malah mengganggu orang orang. wkwkwk. begitu udah agak terang, Tasha gue Devara sama Anggo main truth or dare, abis itu gue yang kena selama 2x puteran dan selesai, gue dikerjain!!!! hah sialan banget mereka. yaudah ah gue molor aje, baru mau molor, mereka terbangun dan ngobrol, yeh joinan ngobrol deh gue sampe akhirnya mommynya Maya masuk hauahua, beliau bingung dan nanya "looh kok kamu bisa disini? kan kamu tadi malem nggak ada" wuakakaka mampus untung aja gue kaga tau pas mereka masuk. hauahua gue gaktau deh kelanjutan itu gimana, cengar cengir aja kayak nya si om tante. pas gue mulai bobo, yepppp mereka mulai deh bangunin gue selimut diambilin abis itu dikatain hahhhh pada ngomongin gituuu kan hauhaua...... terus ada yang buka selimut gue dan narik kedua kaki gue serasa gerobakkkk banget deh reseeee. Begitu udah siap semua, kita pada pamit sama om tante dan Maya buat cabut ke MCD, biasaaa, breakfast. gue Tasha Devara Anggo Randy Farah. kita tancep naik taxi ke MCD sekbil, dan paling ngeselin pas mau pesen itu ada yang sok gak mau makan katanya duitnye tinggal dikit hah tai banget, giliran gue aja, maksa nya ampe murka ametttt, yaudah gue paksa mamam dan akhirnya deal........... kita makan dan ngobrol sebentarrrrrrr sampe akhirnya Devara Randy Anggo mesti cabut, gue betiga sama Farah Tasha di MCD sampe siang. padahal sebenernya gue gak rela Deva pulang gitu ahahha, Tasha juga gak rela Anggo pulang, eeeeh pas siang nya si Sultan dateng nemuin Farah hauhauaa. ah udah ah segini aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks:&lt;br /&gt;papanya Maya, Maya dan semua yang berpartisipasi :')&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ya Deva buat hari ituuuu &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1128988355179868168?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1128988355179868168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1128988355179868168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1128988355179868168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1128988355179868168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/08/java-rocking-land-2009-33.html' title='Java Rocking Land 2009 &lt;33'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-408113996045006660</id><published>2009-08-04T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:14:15.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXBeHnNeIYU/SnjczwXMekI/AAAAAAAAAkg/zzpz_Ehe6gQ/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;br /&gt;Siang-siang, gue sama Joan mamam di MCD sekbil, nungguin Liza sama Sarah, temennya Joan. Begitu mereka dateng, we caught a taxi and went on our way to senayan city, the kids bought three Hawy Potter tickets, abis itu kita ke Mr. Puff ;] mereka ngemil. Gue nungguin si Depara, ada kak Callista juga yeah kenalan dah azik. We talked for a while, after those kids left us somewhere I didn’t know, and kak Callista went to a book store to find her need. Gue sama Deva keliling deh kea orang oon bentaaar, abis itu ujungnya BELI TIKET NYA Joanna dkk, yang nggak jadi dipake haha sayang bangetttt kan. Gue beli deh jadi @24000/ticket. Gue sama deva beli 2. Yep masuk deh ke studio, nontoooon. Dan bener aja ternyata ngecewain bangettt hahhh, yaudah deh abis nonton kita balik, gue nemenin deva naik motor, sementara Joan Liza Sarah naik taxi. Gue sama Deva ke rumah nya deva bentar buat numpang minummm and nyusul balik ke ohlala, wow ga ada kerjaan abisss nyet ngahahaha. Sampe disana ya kita order dan ketawa ketawa, untung aja pacar gue yg sekarang ngga pernah ada problem kalo sm tmn2 ato adek gue, gak kea………… ehem. Temen temennya joan pulang duluan, gue deva sama joan sampe jam stgh 11 gitu deh  pokoknye gue dijemput di rumah maya wkwkwk ngaku nya spent time di rmh mayaaa nyietttt. Udah ah capekkk ngetik gue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-4266457340442246403?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4266457340442246403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4266457340442246403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4266457340442246403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4266457340442246403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':}'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8590554027089179582</id><published>2009-08-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:07:20.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>FREE DAY FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>Another meeting with Social Teacher, so sial teacher. Another meeting with Physics Training Teacher. Pagi-pagi Jum’at sehat di sekolah, osis and 19.08 fufuf capek gila asu. Abis itu gue ngegosip aja deh sama Dara Farah Sarah, wufff seru banget sampe tiba-tiba JEDENG!!! Yah sambung lagi dah pas istirahat, gue Dara Nabila Lana, udaaah deh, nampol lagi ngakak abisss. SHUT UP WITCH. Gue ngelanjutin pelajaran, olah rawga. Weswaswos ternyata mesti 15menit non-stop lari, gue udah pesimis gitu, yahhh yahhh yahhh soalnya paling ga bisa nafas men kalo gua disuruh non-stop, kalo sprint yaa bisa kale. Akhirnya gue lari 15menit, non-stop, dan gue malah dpt the best endurance ;pp yep gak berenti buoy. Terus di tambah lagi Circuit Running, lari sit up 10x lari push up 10x lari scout jump 10x lompat kodok, whoopzzzz, gay akin sih bisa ngalahin waktu Nadia, eits taunya 47 detik juga disabettt, 4---7. 4 July dong aaahahah. Shitty dah. TAPI sayang nya gue mesti mengorbankan kaki gue, kaki gue berdarahhh oke ya luka nya kecil, tp ngeliat darahnya aja gue gak sanggup berdiri cuy, lemes wkwk, ke tpt wudhu terus cuci kaki sama Farce. Nyiet nangis gue, mana pake teriak-teriak asulah norak, tp sakitttt cuy -_- jalan pincang pincang aneh, mesti kumpul buat rapat lagi bok.yaudahh deh udah di pakein kasa kaki gue……….. Selesai berbincangbincang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue naik public transport sendiri!!! Untuk pertama kali ya, parah seneng banget gue haha pada ke pim ke bday bash Gusdi, yaudin tinggal gue sendiri yg blm dtg, gue susul deh. Selesai makan di Hanamasa………setelah gue selesai membabat bermacammacam rasa dan makanan dengan 2 gelas cappuccino 1 gelas jus jeruk, gue ke kansup bareng Farah-II………….dia mau ngilangin enek katanya abis dia makan daging mentah huahauha!! EEEEEH INI BAGIAN PALING SIALAN!!!!! NGOCOL FARAH-II NGOCOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue udah sampe ke lantai bawah buat turun ke basement heading to kansup, terus lagi ada acarnya BRI. Gue sih tenang tenang aja sampe tiba-tiba Farah-II bilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Net…. Lo ngga takut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum sempet ngejawab, sip gue lompat hap lari berteriak with a bit sigh dan lagi-lagi mengeluarkan air mata ------“ KENAPA? BADUT. Badut pantomim. Malu gue stuck di SOGO,pas gue ngintip ngintip eeeh tuh badut tau gue takut malah makin nakutin gue dengan pasang muka muka aneh kumis hitler dan kulit putih yang udah kayak hantu itu, SHOCK. Parah shock gue. Untuk melewati abang badut, jadilah gue naik ke lt 2 terus turun lagi deh, yg penting kaga lewat tengah. Ga peduli dah mau si abang2 sales ketawa bodo amat!! Pas mau turun ketemu Adji Angky dkk, yaudah barengan ke kansup dah. Disana Cuma ngemil ngemil abis itu gue balik sama Ayu, ke bintaro abis itu ke….. mcd sekbil deh katanya si Devara sih disuruh cepeeet gitu ga pake lama, eh reseknya betenya gue sama ayu terdampar disana, nunggu ayu dijemput nunggu deva dateng, dan kak destri lah yang dateng, yaudah nyalain laptop aja deh wifian gue sama kadestri biasa lah gossip! Terus….nunggu bang Irene lagi yeh, ahaha oki kak Irene dateng dan surpriseee ada Deva gitu kaget dia, kangen banget kayaknya tuh kakaade ampun. Rebek bangett, gue juga nunggu marsha Karen pula, maya juga, eh gak deng maya dateng dan TERJADI perang es kreymmm, maya sihhh ah rese. Deva sama kak Irene juga malah kejar-kejaran woof india beuddd ahaha. Ngemeng ngemeng bentarrr………abis itu nongkrong jalan ke ohlala, Deva naik motor, gue takut naik motor, yudah kak Irene sama Deva. Gue sama Maya naik taxi, kak Destri and friends stay di MCD. Di ohlala apa serunya ya, ehhhm putu putu sama ngobrol nya, ah semuanya deh pokoknya lupa sama masalah, pada ngehayal semuanya, yaudah deh sama jam stgh 10 aja ngobrol kea org oon, laughing and talkin, kak Irene balik duluan……… then….gue jalan ke rumah maya. Berdua. Deva naik motorrr goin home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8590554027089179582?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8590554027089179582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8590554027089179582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8590554027089179582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8590554027089179582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-day-friday.html' title='FREE DAY FRIDAY'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-9078116246336053394</id><published>2009-07-22T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:32:19.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Words'/><title type='text'>Sapaan Baru</title><content type='html'>Hey reader, kangen banget gue jamannya sering ngepost di Blog. Gue sekarang punya pelarian baru::: Notes Facebook, ahaha ampun deh. Gue cerita banyak disana, dari lovelife, family, friends and gossip. Wow. Do i munch my heart? Yes, and it hurts, guys. Just so you see, gue, Janet, paling ngebawa serius hal-hal aneh sekalipun biar ujungnya juga gue cuekin.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah gue online di laptop ato komputer lagi, gue bakal ngepost notes gue tentang beberapa hal berbeda okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-9078116246336053394?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/9078116246336053394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=9078116246336053394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/9078116246336053394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/9078116246336053394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/07/sapaan-baru.html' title='Sapaan Baru'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-8342308994855471096</id><published>2009-07-17T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:16:49.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovestory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><title type='text'>4th July: Devara</title><content type='html'>4th July? Hari nya USA? AWCH. Yes it’s true. 4? Angka Sial? Buat gue engga. Gue baru sempet ngepost ini sekarang. Bahkan waktu gue putus pun belom gue post hah udah ah udah lewat ini.&lt;br /&gt;4th July, waktu gue di Malaysia, sama tuh orang di Bali. Kita jadian………….. HAHAHA gak disangka banget, parah. Gue juga nggak ngarapin untuk segitunya. Well, thank God kalo emang jadinya kayak gitu. Namanya siapa yaaa. Namanya si si anjing gue lupa. IYEAH gak lah namanya Devara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parah ah baru awal awal gitu banyak banget masalah sama tanggungan mental yang mesti gue hadapin. Gue rasa dia juga kea gitu, mungkin sakit kali  ye rasanya denger hal hal negatif tentang diri sendiri. Gue juga tau dan pernah ngalamin. Gue denger banyak hal hal yang naujubileh sakitttt abis, kalo boleh jujur banyak hal dan pikiran negative yang masuk ke gue, bukan tentang dianya sih, lebih ke alesan traumatis, gue takut hal hal yang gue denger malah kejadian juga ke gue. Dan itu bervariasi nyet, emang hebat banget otak gue sampe bisa mikirin hal hal yang bervariasi secara berurutan. UDAH, itu aja yang gue rasain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo emang “lo” mau tau, itu aja yang gue rasain. Gue mumet banget, ga bisa kebayang mau jadi apa gue sampe hal hal dulu (yang nyakitiiiin banget ngiris ngiris najis parah, ampun deh gue mikirnya aja kadang sesek sendiri) kejadian lagi. Gue berharap sih, yang ini bakal baik baik aja, gue udah senennnng banget dan ga ada kata males ngejalanin nya biarpun tetep ada yang matahin semangat gue enjiehhhh. Sampe sekarang, emang gue yakin, tapi selalu ada takutnya. SELALU, gue gakpernah bisa luput…  HOPING FOR A GOOD STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deva!!! Makasih ya buat semuanya, maaf kalo mungkin gue banyak salah sama lo, padahal juga baru awal awal ahaha. Maaf kalo banyak yang ga lo suka dari gue. Maaf kalo gue jarang nemenin lo juga. Asu banyak banget nih maaf-maafnya,gakbisa sebutin. Makasih lo udah baik banget, udah mau meratiin gue….. udah buat gue ketawa mulu, biar gue nggak tau sebenernya apa yang lo rasain. Yaudah deh semoga lo seneng. Bye. Hmmmmm loveyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-8342308994855471096?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/8342308994855471096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=8342308994855471096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8342308994855471096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/8342308994855471096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-july-devara.html' title='4th July: Devara'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-1529054029079778961</id><published>2009-07-17T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:08:30.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>MOS with OSIS</title><content type='html'>MOS dimulai hari Sabtu. Ah asik banget deh, banyak banget yang lucu, PARAHHH. Ada juga yang ngocol, tapi yaa yaudah lah biarin aja. Gue males ngepost nih, padahal kemaren kemaren udah niat. Pas MOS seru deh, apalagi pas anjangsana, pas PBB ato senam sih gue capek. Hm untung aja gue bisa nyuri nyuri waktu kosong buat bobo, capeeek banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senin:&lt;br /&gt;Ini hari yang paling parah, gue bener bener bolak balik cari tempat sepi. Gak ada semangat sama sekali, Cuma sok oke aja bahaha. Gue ngejaga kelas 7.1 RSBI bareng sama adek kelas gua si Jasmine. Hari Senin hari nya gue labil, labil banget masyaalah gue sampe bingung dan ilfil sendiri, crybaby abisssss parah najis. HAHAHA banyak kabar buruk yang dateng secara berurutan sementara gue rasa gue belom siap buat denger semuanya, tapi yaa gue makin hari makin coba buat terima. Terima kabar kabar itu, terima resiko dan konsekuensi yang bisa aja terjadi tanpa gue harapin. Manusia macem apa sih yang mau dapet kejadian buruk? Ngelus dada gue dengernya, sabar sabar sabar positif positif, kalo orang udah mau coba buat berubah untuk jadi lebih baik, gue mesti WELCOME, mensupport dan berdoa. Gue gak mungkin nyerah gitu aja juga. Eh monyettt gue jadi curcol kalo kata Tia ye. Hari Senin, gue balik sore lah jam 3an jam 4an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selasa:&lt;br /&gt;Anjangsana, seruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Kan pada minta tanda tangan gue ye, ehem ehem buanyakkkkk. Ya gue Cuma suruh suruh mereka make a wish buat gue sama Devara, berkali kali. Kalo nggak ya gue suruh aja buat gangguin kakak OSIS yang lain, ya biar gue kena jail juga sih hahah biarkan. Gue udah lemes sekaleee. Hari ini kalo gak salah, hari dimana gue bobo di UKS. Lemes bangetttt, capek. Ah udah lupa apa lagi dadah ke hari Rabu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabu:&lt;br /&gt;Anjangsana lagiiiii, SERU. Suara gue mulai abis dan ya biasa lah sama kea sebelum sebelumnya paling gue suruh apa lah gitu. Terus angket, ehem ehem banyak banget deh nama gue tercantum dari kakak terjutek, termales, tercerwet, terfavorit, tercantik, terimut, terbaik, ter blablabla. YAAA ternyata gue menang nya di Ter……………….. apa Dev apa Dev? Tercantik ehem. HAHAHA makaci adek adek kyu. Okay selesai, pas penutupan, ada games Lingkar Kerabat juga yaudah main itu aja, sambil anak2 OSIS nyalamin 1 angkatan, capeeeek. Terus gue main aja ke TA sama Farah, balik balik jam 7 dari rumah Tia huahauah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-1529054029079778961?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/1529054029079778961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=1529054029079778961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1529054029079778961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/1529054029079778961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/07/mos-with-osis.html' title='MOS with OSIS'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-693299977105616830</id><published>2009-07-17T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:04:53.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Holiday: Malaysia - Thailand</title><content type='html'>FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;Thailand for 4 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t explain anything about it. Too fun, and unforgettable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915197439796789014-693299977105616830?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/693299977105616830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=693299977105616830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/693299977105616830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/693299977105616830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-malaysia-thailand.html' title='Holiday: Malaysia - Thailand'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915197439796789014.post-4133987728805269824</id><published>2009-07-01T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:30:28.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellas'/><title type='text'>THANK YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SPECIAL THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Maya, Irma, Tasha, Tia, Tashapl, Ria, Devara, Rehan and everybody who support me ;))&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/8915197439796789014-4133987728805269824?l=jntabigail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/feeds/4133987728805269824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915197439796789014&amp;postID=4133987728805269824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4133987728805269824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915197439796789014/posts/default/4133987728805269824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntabigail.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU'/><author><name>Janetabigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214063729384381639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYFb27jQEDA/TdT092NSl3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/NOSj6RDMZVU/s220/Picture%2B402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
