<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422</id><updated>2012-01-22T20:16:19.126+08:00</updated><category term='penat'/><category term='mistake'/><category term='attention'/><category term='songs'/><category term='trust'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='dia'/><category term='move on'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='loyalty'/><category term='quote'/><category term='care'/><category term='broken hearted'/><category term='F'/><category term='argument'/><category term='Mr. E'/><category term='change'/><category term='new'/><category term='gift'/><category term='gadget'/><category term='negativity'/><category term='risk'/><category term='date'/><category term='Mr. B'/><category term='honesty'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='fate'/><category term='hope'/><category term='end'/><category term='job'/><category term='decision'/><category term='memories'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='family'/><category term='worries'/><category term='want'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='Loft'/><category term='monotonous'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='depress'/><category term='suspicious'/><category term='fool&apos;s gold'/><category term='friends'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='paranoid'/><category term='raya'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='crush'/><category term='Mr. A'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='argue'/><category term='party'/><category term='responsiblity'/><category term='positivity'/><category term='S'/><category term='happy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='journey'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='trip'/><category term='life'/><category term='BB'/><category term='susah'/><category term='movie'/><category term='irritated'/><category term='move in'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='leave'/><category term='Mr. B.'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='conversation'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='facts'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='chance'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Malacca'/><category term='MR B'/><category term='Adit'/><category term='E'/><category term='jonvu'/><category term='love'/><category term='The Loft'/><category term='stoopid'/><category term='sceptical'/><category term='problem'/><title type='text'>So Called Life</title><subtitle type='html'>"if LIFE is what its called..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-9108349436485938083</id><published>2012-01-22T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:16:19.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby</title><content type='html'>I just got a new baby. And I named her Chloe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-9108349436485938083?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/9108349436485938083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=9108349436485938083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/9108349436485938083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/9108349436485938083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-baby.html' title='New Baby'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7949666739962295648</id><published>2009-05-02T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:35:13.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>New Blog Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.homography83.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331142024996819314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SfwFbRcXkXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xtHebmirCcw/s400/l_588a4e67bcec82420eedb888d5fc8e50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homography83.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.homography83.blogspot.com&lt;/span&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/5809980755571334422-7949666739962295648?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7949666739962295648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7949666739962295648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7949666739962295648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7949666739962295648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog-arrived.html' title='New Blog Arrived'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SfwFbRcXkXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xtHebmirCcw/s72-c/l_588a4e67bcec82420eedb888d5fc8e50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7983070628471548366</id><published>2009-04-15T03:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:41:09.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><title type='text'>Moving out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SeTtmRTVqvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iI1VTZGwaRk/s1600-h/l_fd30dbb19e337954dc569639118566cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324641901194095346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SeTtmRTVqvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iI1VTZGwaRk/s400/l_fd30dbb19e337954dc569639118566cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;moving out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As in moving out to another brand&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; new&lt;/span&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had enough&lt;/span&gt; of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; deleted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; few online accounts today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no turning back&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might delete the rest of it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; it while it still available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've lost so many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might as well I loose&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; hurts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disappointing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but yet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I would become a &lt;strong&gt;better person&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A better son, a better brother, a better friend and a better &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I' in 'YOU &amp;amp; I'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call for movers and packers.&lt;br /&gt;Pack your bags, get your ass up and lets move on, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so going to miss all of these and all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we will meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7983070628471548366?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7983070628471548366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7983070628471548366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7983070628471548366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7983070628471548366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-out.html' title='Moving out?'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SeTtmRTVqvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iI1VTZGwaRk/s72-c/l_fd30dbb19e337954dc569639118566cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4348028703041447045</id><published>2009-04-14T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:46:31.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SeOH_GuxMVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/C4pfjpfNPNY/s1600-h/QuestionMarks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248702690341202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SeOH_GuxMVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/C4pfjpfNPNY/s400/QuestionMarks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila semua jadi &lt;strong&gt;question marks&lt;/strong&gt; yang bermain di fikiran. By this time around, aku perlu jawapan pasti. I don't need clue or hint or even empty promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4348028703041447045?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4348028703041447045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4348028703041447045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4348028703041447045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4348028703041447045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SeOH_GuxMVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/C4pfjpfNPNY/s72-c/QuestionMarks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7396269407425806803</id><published>2009-04-13T06:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:27:52.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Fall for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzkyODkxOTY5NzgmcHQ9MTIzOTI4OTIxNTgwNSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTIwM2U2MWE1NGRiOTRmNGZiZDRlMzI2ZGVhYzE2MGZl.gif" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" height="155" width="218" style="width:218px;height:155px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=20582031&amp;path=2009/04/12&amp;mycolor=9E2108&amp;mycolor2=74918C&amp;mycolor3=C0A5C4&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=13&amp;grad=true&amp;ow=218&amp;oh=155"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/20582031" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7396269407425806803?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7396269407425806803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7396269407425806803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7396269407425806803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7396269407425806803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/fall-for-you.html' title='Fall for You'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-6381326199040450436</id><published>2009-04-12T04:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T05:10:01.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Another conversation with a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't avoid myself from thinking about &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That's me. Love would be my main genre which by the way it is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sickening&lt;/span&gt; but I can't help not to. I got 2 smses from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; this morning. But I refused myself to reply. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;2 smses after few days of nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. Perhaps aku betul-betul tawar hati or nekad. I don't know what should I say or how should I react. Benda dah jadi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too monotonous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as if aku dah lali and empty inside. Somehow, out of those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;, timbul rasa &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rindu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I told myself its ok to miss someone. I even miss a lot of people everyday. Then aku cuba made myself happy thinking about other opportunities right in front of me. And suddenly I felt bad. I felt like I've betrayed my promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The conversation with a friend*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You still in love with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kau tak sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Apa beza pun? Dia tetap dengan cara dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tapi kau fikir pasal dia selalu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Memang la. Tapi aku tak tau apa lagi yang aku nak fikir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; See, kau still fikir pasal dia. Which means kau still sayang dia la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sayang tu sayang. Tapi aku dah confuse sayang yang macam mana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Habis, kenapa kau tak bersabar? Or kau dah ada orang lain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(a long silent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'buzz'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Aku penat sabar and tunggu. Tapi for nothing. Tak ada effort yang aku nampak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kau ada orang lain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tak. Well, not officially. Tapi aku ada fikir pasal orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; See, kau fikir pasal dia and pasal orang lain at the same time. Apa tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(I felt annoyed for a few second)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Look, the thing is aku tau salah aku kat mana. And yes aku fikir pasal orang lain. Itu pun since our relationship ni dah jadi macam ni. What else you want me to do? Aku dah cuba untuk pertahankan or bersabar. Tapi dia macam tak ada apa-apa effect pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tapi dia sayang kau kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sayang bukan setakat kat mulut je &lt;em&gt;[friend's name]&lt;/em&gt;! Cuba lah tunjuk sikit. Buat la aku ni rasa dihargai sikit. Bagi la aku perhatian. He even deleted my comments on &lt;em&gt;[website]&lt;/em&gt;. As if dia tak nak or malu nak mengaku siapa aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe dia nak jaga privacy korang kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Privacy my a**! Dia macam tak appreciate aku pun. Nak communicate pun susah. Kau nak suruh aku stand for what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kalau kau betul-betul sayang, I'm sure kau explain pada dia and cuba pertahankan relationship ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Aku dah cuba. Tapi nothing. Macam tak ada effect. Semua akan nampak salah aku. Aku serious dah tak faham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Orang yang dalam kepala kau tu macam mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No clue. Aku pun cuba avoid fikir pasal dia. Tapi kadang-kadang terfikir. Ntah la. Tak akan ada apa-apa kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha...&lt;em&gt; [my name]&lt;/em&gt;, apa yang kau nak sebenarnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Orang yang betul-betul hargai aku and sayang aku macam mana aku hargai and sayang dia. Orang yang tak malu nak mengaku ada aku untuk dia. Orang yang buat aku rasa special and yang bagi perhatian pada aku. A real relationship la. Where to person in love with each other bukan sekadar dalam hati or di mulut. Dapat tunjuk yang dia betul-betul sayangkan aku and perlukan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Keep looking. Ada kat luar tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep looking? Aku sendiri dah tak pasti what to look for or exist kah orang macam tu? Funny how I tried to express everything to a friend when in fact the person involved masih tak pernah faham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-6381326199040450436?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/6381326199040450436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=6381326199040450436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6381326199040450436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6381326199040450436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-conversation-with-friend.html' title='Another conversation with a friend'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1524990010614830860</id><published>2009-04-10T04:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:51:12.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistake'/><title type='text'>Long silent night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/Sd5d8U5yW_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4AK9XENYYp4/s1600-h/15112007129-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322795100583123954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/Sd5d8U5yW_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4AK9XENYYp4/s400/15112007129-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a long silent night, I sipped the air from outside of my window and nodded; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what is happening to me?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I could not sleep although I've comfortably rested my body on my bed. My brain just couldn't let me sleep. So I am still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wondered; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what will happen tomorrow?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My mind froze for a few minutes so I don't have any clue about it. I silently whispered to myself; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nothing but the same old lame day like any other day"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looked in the mirror closely and stared at the person in it's reflection; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"who am I?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even my own reflection couldn't answer me. All I saw was a sad expression of a hopeless human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I flipped through an old book I've wrote; tried to find a clue. Pages by pages; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"how could I not realised that I have wasted my life making all of these mistakes?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Again, I looked down and nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't throw all the memories behind. It were all hunting me now. I couldn't move a step forward trying to leave all of those shits. It all have become the shadow over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ended up crying all night. I regret the past. Slap me to wake me up from this suicidal memories. Each and every drop of my tears I keep telling myself to be brave. I will. But I need more time and I need someone to guide me.&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/5809980755571334422-1524990010614830860?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1524990010614830860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1524990010614830860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1524990010614830860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1524990010614830860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-silent-night.html' title='Long silent night'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/Sd5d8U5yW_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4AK9XENYYp4/s72-c/15112007129-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2326737622977613830</id><published>2009-04-09T05:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:58:12.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My new priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right about now, the most important things is &lt;strong&gt;to know my priorities&lt;/strong&gt;. Aku dah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fed up&lt;/span&gt; dengan most of the things yang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complicating&lt;/span&gt; my life lately. So I choose to find myself &lt;strong&gt;a new life&lt;/strong&gt;. Not that my life right now were totally sucks, but I think it is &lt;strong&gt;time for me to change&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to change for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;01: Good career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was a kid, I always wanted to be an architect. Unfortunately, after few colleges drop-out, I was no longer have the opportunities to be one of them. So I studied graphic design. Yet, I am lack of experiences in graphic so most of my previous job have nothing related to it. I worked for a few financial companies previously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow, I've been told that I am actually good at writing (people say I am; make yourself clear). Well, &lt;strong&gt;I have a passion for writing&lt;/strong&gt;. But most of it were nothing but a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; crappy&lt;/span&gt; personal stories. Other then that, people also find me have a good fashion sense (again, people told me). Yes, &lt;strong&gt;I am a big fan of fashion&lt;/strong&gt;. I visualise it, but I don't really design it. I might not even apply it to myself. But at least, I am not one of those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;out of fashion freak&lt;/span&gt;. Back to the issue, fashion and writing are the 2 main interest for me. So why don't I write for fashion? I used to, but lets just say I don't really have the certificate to approve neither I am a fashion designer nor a journalist. So I skipped that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right about now, I am still dreaming to be a fashion writer or an editor of a magazine. Can I really achieve that? I guess I should try, from scratch. Whatever it is, I need a good career right about now. And no matter what job it will be, I'll do it efficiently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;02: Family first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am the &lt;strong&gt;youngest&lt;/strong&gt; among 3. Yes people said that the youngest are the one who get most of the attention. I used to believe on that too. But as I grow older, I am the one who really lack of it. I admit that I am the &lt;strong&gt;black sheep&lt;/strong&gt; of the family. For some reasons, &lt;strong&gt;I am the rebellious one&lt;/strong&gt; in my family. I always fight for what I want and will do something bad when I don't get what I've wished for. As a result,&lt;strong&gt; I am spoiled&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now,&lt;strong&gt; I have to be independent&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't depend much on them anymore. Neither on my sister who already have her own family, nor to my brother who couldn't care much. I always put friends first then family second before. From now on, &lt;strong&gt;family will always remain first&lt;/strong&gt;. I've learnt a lot from previous &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;. So let's hope that this time, I'll get closer to my family as I was before when I was in my teen ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;03: Best friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I might known for having a lot of friends. I might also never be catch seeing alone. I always have friends around me since I was in high school. Friends were like clothes that I have to wear everyday. But now, I still do believe that&lt;strong&gt; friends are like clothes&lt;/strong&gt;. They keep changing and keep loosing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily, I have a few of them who glued to me. &lt;strong&gt;Those are my bff&lt;/strong&gt;. I might have made some mistakes in this friendship, but there are ways to make it up to them. I love them so much just like my own family. I never have any intention to hurt them, neither to be hurt by them. &lt;strong&gt;I shall keep them forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;04: LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just want to love and be love by someone special that might not be perfect, but perfect for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;05: F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weird, but true. Even though I am a homo, but 98% of my friends are those straight people who understand and well-accept homo. Obviously, &lt;strong&gt;they are not homophobia&lt;/strong&gt;. I am glad to have them as friends. I am sorry for those who couldn't accept me for who I am. But at least &lt;strong&gt;I am not a hypocrite&lt;/strong&gt;. You have to accept my orientation in a way to become a friend. Its just who I am, not what I have become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always wanted to have some homo friends like any other people like me. I have some, but most of them ended up dated me or dumped me. Funny, that we couldn't stay in a friendship zone when clearly either me or them who have feelings towards each other. I just couldn't. But once I treated them as a friend, then I've drew the line that we couldn't even cross it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;friends do come and go&lt;/strong&gt;. I am sorry that I don't seems to have much effort in making new friends. I like to make friends and I believe that I am a friendly person. But seriously, it keeps on changing and I am getting tired of it. So friends, unnecessarily to be count on. Besides, friends are just friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There might be a few subjects to be add on in times. But lets hope this change will make me become a better person. Hey, it is not too late to have a new resolutions. Mine started now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-2326737622977613830?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2326737622977613830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2326737622977613830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2326737622977613830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2326737622977613830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-priorities.html' title='My new priorities'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3345659805368141630</id><published>2009-04-06T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:45:19.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoopid'/><title type='text'>Changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SdjuH8V5KII/AAAAAAAAAg0/Y972lIc9Ed0/s1600-h/DSC_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321264779962689666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SdjuH8V5KII/AAAAAAAAAg0/Y972lIc9Ed0/s400/DSC_0617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I am being completely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mana pergi the old me yang stronger and couldn't care much? I've changed. He changed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I am being completely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out of myself. Perbodohkan diri for nothing. I never thought I could be that idiot. He changed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I am being completely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paranoid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Those negativity datang striking me like thunder. I couldn't be confident about it anymore. He changed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I am hoping for a change. &lt;strong&gt;Hoping for a soul saver to save me from this crap&lt;/strong&gt;. Where are thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3345659805368141630?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3345659805368141630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3345659805368141630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3345659805368141630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3345659805368141630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/changed.html' title='Changed.'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SdjuH8V5KII/AAAAAAAAAg0/Y972lIc9Ed0/s72-c/DSC_0617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4066063334403695196</id><published>2009-04-05T03:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:27:54.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoopid'/><title type='text'>Mr. O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few days back I met this &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr. O&lt;/span&gt;. I knew him for quite sometimes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dapat&lt;/span&gt; met him in person. The last few days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;memang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; spent time hanged out and talked with him. He is a good listener. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Macam&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cerita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;. Almost a short version of my whole complicated life. He seemed to understand and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; advices which made me feels rejuvenated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday he fetched me up for a movie. But I was not in the mood for movie at that time. So we skipped movie and go for late dinner somewhere. As usual, we talked and talked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;naik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;berbuih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bercakap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt;. He is funny and what makes him so adorable was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I made a joke, he laughed at those jokes sincerely. You'll realise when people start to make fake laughter just to please you and your joke. But he wasn't like that. And that dimple every time he smile; it almost kill me. He is a nice person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way home, we stopped by at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt; nearby my place. It has a good view last night and a little windy. How I wish someone that I love would be with me right at that moment. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romantic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Instead, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr. O&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; just to hear all my shits out. Suddenly, he sat in front of me looking straight into my eyes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He said things I never wanted to hear from him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sebab&lt;/span&gt; he ruined our friendship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;gambling&lt;/span&gt; on his infatuation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; him for being totally &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;salute&lt;/span&gt; him for expressing his feelings towards me. But I couldn't be more&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; disrespect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when he clearly disrespect my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; although he knew what I've gone through right about now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ternyata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;manusia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt;. Most of them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ambil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;advantages&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;jadikan&lt;/span&gt; opportunities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;dapatkan&lt;/span&gt; something or someone yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;mahu&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't work that way for me.&lt;strong&gt; I am sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And today, I've been bugging with all his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;smses&lt;/span&gt; and online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;messages&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I felt bad&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Rasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; breaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; heart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Tapi&lt;/span&gt; this feelings belong to someone else until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;betul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;betul&lt;/span&gt; throw this feelings away. And what made this worse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;bila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr. O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;mula&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;annoyed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;dengan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;kasar&lt;/span&gt; and pushy. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;dengan&lt;/span&gt; those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;stoopid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;smses&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pissed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, full-stop to you &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr. O&lt;/span&gt;. I just can't play your game anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4066063334403695196?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4066063334403695196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4066063334403695196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4066063334403695196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4066063334403695196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-o.html' title='Mr. O'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7871030457712670283</id><published>2009-04-03T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:55:51.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7871030457712670283?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7871030457712670283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7871030457712670283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7871030457712670283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7871030457712670283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1601203897269550238</id><published>2009-03-30T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:02:50.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><title type='text'>I'm done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SdDO7jUv77I/AAAAAAAAAgk/fdbunr7Wshs/s1600-h/08032007003-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318978682414428082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SdDO7jUv77I/AAAAAAAAAgk/fdbunr7Wshs/s320/08032007003-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot take this anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; and I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; need&lt;/span&gt; a wall to lean on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I have to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; myself much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chances&lt;/span&gt; given just blew away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am waiting to be save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I just have to stand up alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-1601203897269550238?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1601203897269550238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1601203897269550238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1601203897269550238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1601203897269550238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done.'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SdDO7jUv77I/AAAAAAAAAgk/fdbunr7Wshs/s72-c/08032007003-0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8544331321852999699</id><published>2009-03-30T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:38:01.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2739&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:-) :-D ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2839&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:-) :-D ;-) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2939&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8544331321852999699?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8544331321852999699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8544331321852999699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8544331321852999699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8544331321852999699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled_30.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3925336148486999580</id><published>2009-03-28T03:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:02:42.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Used to be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt; /&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I cleaned up my messy room today, I came across a book. A book that I used to bring anywhere when I was in college. It was a red covered self-made book that I used to carry around and jotted down whenever I got the chance. That book was like a best-friend to me. So many memorable stuff that I shared inside a 200++ pages of book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I flipped it through page by page. Until this 1 particular page that really caught my attention. I almost forgotten about it. Its a &lt;strong&gt;'promises page'&lt;/strong&gt;; where I wrote those promises that I really want to keep for the rest of my life (if I could).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make myself happy no matter what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make my parents proud of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never let disappointment overshadow your dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go and fight for what you really want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never break other people's heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a good care of yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respect other people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be nice to my siblings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be independent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find someone, and love him with all of my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there was some scribble of tiny people that I named few of them. Those were the people who were important in my life. Well, half of them were missing somewhere. But I still keep another half of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Above all the 10 promises, almost each and every single of it doesn't full fill well. Funny how time goes by so quickly that I don't even notice that most of it still under question mark in my head. &lt;strong&gt;Unlucky me&lt;/strong&gt;. But I've been trying my heart's out to keep those promises or at least make it up to it. I know I can. Let the time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I crossed a few pages where I wrote those lovey dovey stuff about my past relationship with '&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. I listed down each and every dates we used to have. Each and every things he gave me. And all of those sweet stuff he did for me for that 7 months we were together. Reading those stuff back making me having all sorts of feelings. I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wondered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I even almost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I miss the old days where I made everything seemed simple and always had something to smile about. But that was way back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I am suffering to find myself a brighter day. Now, I am desperately looking for those happiness. And now, I am feeling really left out and unwanted. I am no longer the obedient son, no longer the helpful brother, no longer a friendly friend and no longer the happy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3925336148486999580?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3925336148486999580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3925336148486999580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3925336148486999580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3925336148486999580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/used-to-be-me.html' title='Used to be me'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8163089104044154806</id><published>2009-03-27T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:53:11.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><title type='text'>Walk away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unwanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba perbaiki keadaan. Unfortunately, ada &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt; yang controlling. So how am I supposed to fight it? Aku cuba make it all up. Tapi as usual, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unappreciated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Aku cuba trying to be cool about it. Tapi dia &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've tried to talk about it. Tapi dia &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ignored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whatever I said. What is left for me to do? Terus walk away without turning back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8163089104044154806?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8163089104044154806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8163089104044154806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8163089104044154806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8163089104044154806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-away.html' title='Walk away?'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-9095038577750199121</id><published>2009-03-26T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:43:00.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoopid'/><title type='text'>Where do I belong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rasa macam so many things to share tapi aku out of words nak explain those stories. Tapi perasaan yang aku ada sekarang are those feelings yang buat aku sendiri &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;penat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I think way too much. I admit that. But if you were in shoes, they you'll be perfectly understand what I've gone through and how bad it feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, this &lt;strong&gt;feelings can't be define in words&lt;/strong&gt;. Tapi kenapa aku mesti ada this kind of feelings when it was clearly 'NO, NO' to the other half? Memang normal for me for &lt;strong&gt;making a fool out of myself&lt;/strong&gt; especially when those things related to perasaan. As shitty as it may sound, aku sendiri tak dapat elak from having those feelings yang buat aku jadi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stoopid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku nak &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; macam everyone&lt;/strong&gt;. Nak rasa &lt;strong&gt;dihargai&lt;/strong&gt;. Nak rasa &lt;strong&gt;disayangi&lt;/strong&gt; and menyayangi. I might have those opportunities before. Tapi aku tak nak give up. I want more. Aku &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tak nak rasa lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Aku &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tak nak rasa sedih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everytime aku realise that I don't belong. I don't want to see the only shadow bila aku berjalan.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I want someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I need someone&lt;/span&gt;. Someone who could&lt;strong&gt; love me for who I am&lt;/strong&gt;. Someone who &lt;strong&gt;willing to share&lt;/strong&gt; almost everything. Someone yang &lt;strong&gt;flatter and appreciate me&lt;/strong&gt; as I am to them. Someone who would &lt;strong&gt;be there to listen and to talk&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Someone yang &lt;strong&gt;dominate my feelings and my mind&lt;/strong&gt;. Someone who could always&lt;strong&gt; make me smile&lt;/strong&gt; just to think about them. Pendek kata, &lt;strong&gt;aku nak dia happy ada aku and aku happy ada dia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mana dia? Where do I belong? If he can hear me then please come and save me. Just take me away for this shitty feelings I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-9095038577750199121?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/9095038577750199121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=9095038577750199121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/9095038577750199121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/9095038577750199121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-i-belong.html' title='Where do I belong?'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1829187816346995663</id><published>2009-03-25T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:05:57.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoopid'/><title type='text'>I am surprisingly hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sedih &lt;/span&gt;yang teramat sangat even you can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi at least 1 heart found&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For me? Doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am now officially crushed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bodohnya&lt;/span&gt; aku. I wasn't supposed to feel as bad as this.&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi aku sendiri tak pasti kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't save me. I am drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts so bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cuz it's so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The only one thats got enough for me to break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing don't know why I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's the time taken up but there's never enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-1829187816346995663?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1829187816346995663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1829187816346995663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1829187816346995663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1829187816346995663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-surprisingly-hurt.html' title='I am surprisingly hurt.'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7687809344007672435</id><published>2009-03-24T03:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:37:01.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Crush ++</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/ScfkysONp_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hdXLHzGd5ks/s1600-h/09A7Sy4jD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316469444649527282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/ScfkysONp_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hdXLHzGd5ks/s400/09A7Sy4jD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't stop thinking.&lt;/strong&gt; I have fallen way &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Its weird bila fikir, falling for someone I haven't actually meet in person. Falling for someone who I only got the chance to know by his writings. &lt;strong&gt;What am I supposed to do?&lt;/strong&gt; I've been talking to 2 person that I truly trust and seek for advices. The A person said that &lt;strong&gt;I'd better stop all of this shit&lt;/strong&gt; because it ain't going anywhere. On the other hand, The B person said that&lt;strong&gt; I should give it a go&lt;/strong&gt;. We never know what will happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Usually, I told myself to be&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; brave&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;dare to take the risk&lt;/strong&gt; in whatever consequences pun. At least we'll die trying rather then loosing for something aku langsung tak cuba. I believed that &lt;strong&gt;nothing venture, nothing gain&lt;/strong&gt;. Tapi kenapa in this case aku &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lock up my foot&lt;/span&gt; and tak berani nak move another step forward. Neither for me to take any step backward; as if aku suka berada pada exact position di mana aku &lt;strong&gt;go crazy about him&lt;/strong&gt; tapi dia absolutely have no clue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What am I suppose to do?&lt;/span&gt; I've been talking to a friend few days back. And co-incidentally he knew that person's ex. After hearing the stories about why do they broke up and all, and then &lt;em&gt;relate&lt;/em&gt;'kan with those stuff he wrote, aku really&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; pissed off&lt;/span&gt; with his ex and rasa sangat &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unfair&lt;/span&gt; to him. &lt;strong&gt;Kenapa terlalu banyak manusia kejam?&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine that after apa yang dia dah buat to&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; flatter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his ex tapi ended up with totally&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; unacceptable reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang I bet dia sendiri tak tahu. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT!&lt;/span&gt; He don't deserve to be treated like that. &lt;strong&gt;Kenapa tak bole nak appreciate something nice and sweet like that yang dah ada depan mata?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Why does physical appearance kena jadi issue?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unfair!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kenapa orang yang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; like that dapat the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; to be with him while aku yang so into him tak dapat those kind of chance?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unfair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balik daripada tu, I really can't stop thinking about it. Rasa macam nak cuba call dia but I don't even have his number. Besides, &lt;strong&gt;I am just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; to him&lt;/strong&gt;. Tapi perasaan ni memberontak. &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever feel wanting a person you barely even meet tapi falling for that person so deep as if you've known them for so long?&lt;/strong&gt; That's exactly how I feel right about now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadly&lt;/span&gt;, he doesn't realise that. As I said, &lt;strong&gt;I am just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; to him&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though he might knew a little bit about the crush, but I am pretty sure it really meant nothing to him. Tapi frankly speaking, I've gone too far with my own feelings sampaikan aku refused to have any other opportunities or options just to haunt on something that I clearly won't get it. Tapi itu lumrah manusia. &lt;strong&gt;Wanting what they can't get&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish he would realise my existence and at least appreciate me. I wish that this is not a waste of thinking or feelings sebab from what I know, he is such an &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adorable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person inside when you willing to give the opportunity to understand. I wish I will be given the chance to prove myself to him. I wish a miracle and fate will do his charm on me.&lt;strong&gt; I wish the luck will be on my side this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7687809344007672435?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7687809344007672435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7687809344007672435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7687809344007672435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7687809344007672435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/crush.html' title='Crush ++'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/ScfkysONp_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/hdXLHzGd5ks/s72-c/09A7Sy4jD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5639053196139977293</id><published>2009-03-23T02:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:24:46.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sedih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, aku dah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exploded&lt;/span&gt;. Rasa macam this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complication&lt;/span&gt; need to end right about now. For all of the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; yang aku dah built towards him, semua dah di overshadow by those&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ignorance&lt;/span&gt; he has been throwing at me lately. I am &lt;strong&gt;not being sarcastic&lt;/strong&gt; or&lt;strong&gt; over-reacted&lt;/strong&gt;. Neither am I being too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt;. But I am so sick and tired of wondering &lt;strong&gt;apa yang aku pertahankan&lt;/strong&gt; when he clearly &lt;strong&gt;doesn't make any effort&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;showing any initiative&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; flatter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me. Not just that, he &lt;strong&gt;wasn't that committed&lt;/strong&gt; to our relationship as he used to. So, apa yang aku pertahankan? Sekadar perasaan &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayang &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or holding on to those &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;promises&lt;/span&gt; we both have made?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku exploded and in the end salah aku yang nampak. I am not here to pin and point it to his fault. But obviously and logically, it is his &lt;strong&gt;fault for neglecting me&lt;/strong&gt; all of these while. Aku &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi tak nampak tanda-tanda yang dia betul &lt;strong&gt;sorry &lt;/strong&gt;about it. &lt;strong&gt;Action speaks lounder than words&lt;/strong&gt;. And yes we both&lt;strong&gt; tak perfect&lt;/strong&gt; and banyak kekurangan. That is why we are still learning and listen to the other half. &lt;strong&gt;Apa yang kurang kita cuba perbaiki&lt;/strong&gt;. But, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;shoudn't have to be repeated&lt;/strong&gt; again and again. Itu gunanya luahan terhadap ketidak puasan hati. Untuk memperbaiki kesilapan. Tapi, mana effort itu? Mana perubahan itu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked him&lt;strong&gt; to think&lt;/strong&gt; and he said &lt;strong&gt;he don't want to&lt;/strong&gt;. So what else can I do? &lt;strong&gt;It takes 2 to tango&lt;/strong&gt;. If he expected me to make all the decisions by myself, then what is the point having a relationship at the first place? Aku betul-betul&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; pissed off&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi aku cuba untuk tidak bersikap keterlaluan. Or maybe this things happened so many times and the fact that he still doesn't change yang buat aku dah &lt;strong&gt;lali &lt;/strong&gt;dengan semua ni. Aku &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bukan inpatience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, aku dah cukup and masih bersabar dengan harapan dia akan ada cara untuk perbaiki kesilapan ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sedih&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when this has to be ended like this. It reminds me of those days how he really made me melt and having those goosebumps. Time passes by so quickly and &lt;strong&gt;aku masih belum puas being in love with him&lt;/strong&gt;. Semua promises we have made, all of the future plans yang dah di plan are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wasted&lt;/span&gt; macam tu saja. Tapi, I am only speaking it for myself. &lt;strong&gt;Aku tak dapat baca fikiran dia&lt;/strong&gt;. Apa pun, &lt;strong&gt;I will never regret being with him&lt;/strong&gt;. Its a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderful memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang aku akan sentiasa simpan. Once again, aku masih yakin yang I can't always get what I've planned or wished for. No harm, I am so used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; come and not 100% go. Tapi as a human, aku perlu &lt;strong&gt;move on&lt;/strong&gt; sooner or later. Yang pasti, aku masih ada &lt;strong&gt;hope and fate&lt;/strong&gt; towards &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sebab &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang buat aku masih terus hidup dengan senyuman. Sebab &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; buat aku masih diperlukan and memerlukan. And sebab &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; buat hidup aku lebih bermakna and dihargai. &lt;strong&gt;To love and be love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5639053196139977293?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5639053196139977293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5639053196139977293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5639053196139977293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5639053196139977293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8796645194543327067</id><published>2009-03-22T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:17:29.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoopid'/><title type='text'>"That's really cute" ??!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that's really cute. :pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:')"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That's it?&lt;/span&gt; After all of that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stoopidity &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yang aku dah tunjukkan? Adoi. Now I am really laughing at myself. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What am I trying to do?&lt;/span&gt; Sekarang boleh stick my pic on &lt;strong&gt;the wall of shame&lt;/strong&gt;. Serious aku rasa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sangat malu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sangat sengal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"That's really cute"&lt;/span&gt;. Who am I kidding? Ahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8796645194543327067?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8796645194543327067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8796645194543327067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8796645194543327067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8796645194543327067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-really-cute.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s really cute&quot; ??!~'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2637538920815255494</id><published>2009-03-20T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:16:39.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoopid'/><title type='text'>WTF !@#$~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stoopid!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For not knowing what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stoopid confession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those things that they shouldn't really&lt;strong&gt; took for granted&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;neglected&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For not knowing what it actually is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For being such a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For him not to realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all of these to happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the ignorance from him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life dah start balik jadi very stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-2637538920815255494?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2637538920815255494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2637538920815255494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2637538920815255494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2637538920815255494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf.html' title='WTF !@#$~'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2494023534034488799</id><published>2009-03-18T04:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:50:47.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Crushing hnkcrsh crush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really love watching &lt;strong&gt;fairytale&lt;/strong&gt; kind of movies. People say its &lt;strong&gt;too cliche&lt;/strong&gt;. Like it or not, fairytales &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teringin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hidup&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect condition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; aware of those bad side of the story. Just like in reality. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tapi&lt;/span&gt; the happy ending yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fairlytales&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; interesting, which is hard for me to face it in my own reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hush &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this life have been treating me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pernah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fikir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;give up&lt;/strong&gt;. Why should I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;experiences&lt;/strong&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;belum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; explore and when there are still thousands of&lt;strong&gt; opportunities&lt;/strong&gt; out there yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;belum&lt;/span&gt; discover. As the matter of fact, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;benda&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; in the past and in the future will always be my &lt;strong&gt;personal experiences&lt;/strong&gt;. They have their own reasons, their own pros and cons, but I really &lt;strong&gt;shouldn't regret&lt;/strong&gt; about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Itu&lt;/span&gt; reality in life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Semua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; will face it at some phase, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cuma&lt;/span&gt; the stories were different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of &lt;strong&gt;opportunity&lt;/strong&gt;, lately I've been asking myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what opportunity yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tinggal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Susah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; define &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;rasa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt; towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I couldn't explain in detail about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I barely even know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Tapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;perasaan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;datang&lt;/span&gt; once in a blue moon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;bila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;benar&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;benar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Takut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;malu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;marah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lack of confidence&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;sabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Those are the feelings yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;berkecamuk&lt;/span&gt; in my head and in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shouldn't have this kind of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Kenapa&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Sebab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and absolutely nobody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;pada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He sang a very lovely song in his video. It shows how &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;romantic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he is. Plus a lots of attitude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;pasal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I found out from his entries. I believe those were true and I believe from my observations too. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adorable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; 2 major words yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt; close to describe him. Maybe I am over-reacting or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;melebih&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;lebihkan&lt;/span&gt; compliments. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Tapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt; couldn't lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately, I am nobody. He might not even glance a tiny single sight if he pass me by. I am just another admirer among tons of other people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Tapi&lt;/span&gt; why am I still stuck here writing about him? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Sebab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;kononnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; life full of opportunities&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crush&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/5809980755571334422-2494023534034488799?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2494023534034488799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2494023534034488799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2494023534034488799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2494023534034488799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/crushing-hnkcrsh-crush.html' title='Crushing hnkcrsh crush.'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-6881374449097625752</id><published>2009-03-17T02:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:59:42.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>A-Hunk-A-Crush ('A Complicated Stories of a Friend of Mine' continuation)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are so over with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just don't like those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;living in denial&lt;/span&gt; kind of people. And yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; turns out to be&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; worse&lt;/span&gt; than what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has expected. So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a definite end of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; monotonous&lt;/span&gt; mode. They &lt;strong&gt;barely communicate&lt;/strong&gt; with each other lately. As if &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dah tawar hati with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; couldn't do anything much about it. Might be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also feel the same way to, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just never make it clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the meantime, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;crush&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is getting&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; stronger&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Jangan the crush get crush sudah&lt;/strong&gt;. But it might be heading there since&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; without a control dah sent a message to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have a crush on you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and another one;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"a really BIG crush. A GIGANTIC kinda crush"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, few days later although the first one masih di &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ignored&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know. What was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thinking? &lt;strong&gt;Making a fool pada diri sendiri and buat diri dia macam a freak in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;'s eyes&lt;/strong&gt;. Unfortunately, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; memang have no clue about it. Even if &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does, I am sure that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wasn't feel the same way too. But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stoopidly couldn't stop talking and thinking about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; done for turning &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang as if di &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hypnotized&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adorableness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (if there is such a word).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now memang clearly nampak yang&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is focusing on&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Its quite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt; since &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are still together even though they both doesn't look like a couple anymore. But at least I think its good for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have a crush on someone new (like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and getting ready for whatever &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt; that will come in the future. At least A wouldn't be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too frustrated&lt;/span&gt; bila &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; might decide a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;break up&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dah pun prepare and seems&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to think about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But the bummer part was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; never actually notice &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and wouldn't even care about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what now for them? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is totally &lt;strong&gt;out of the picture&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ignoring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and making &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unwanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and couldn't even dare to just say its over. And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yang tak realise &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s existence and just took &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for nothing. So where is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; heading to? What will happen next? Masih &lt;strong&gt;complicated &lt;/strong&gt;kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-6881374449097625752?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/6881374449097625752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=6881374449097625752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6881374449097625752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6881374449097625752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunk-crush-complicated-stories-of.html' title='A-Hunk-A-Crush (&apos;A Complicated Stories of a Friend of Mine&apos; continuation)'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7438018836655465240</id><published>2009-03-15T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:53:21.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><title type='text'>Fate to decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right at this moment, aku dah tak pasti apa yang aku&lt;strong&gt; pertahankan&lt;/strong&gt;? What exactly am I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of? &lt;strong&gt;Loosing the feelings&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;loosing the person I have the feelings with&lt;/strong&gt;. Aku &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;penat&lt;/span&gt; nak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;argue&lt;/span&gt; because in the end as if macam aku juga yang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;mengalah&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; bersalah&lt;/span&gt;. So I would rather keep quiet. But things doesn't seem to be change any a bit. Yes, semua tu ada their own reasons. Tapi kenapa tak cari&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; initiatives&lt;/span&gt; lain to &lt;strong&gt;overcome the problems&lt;/strong&gt;? Semua sebab he &lt;strong&gt;couldn't care much&lt;/strong&gt; about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not mad&lt;/span&gt; or angry or what-so-ever. I am just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; sebab &lt;strong&gt;he took things for granted&lt;/strong&gt; and ambil mudah semua ni. I know&lt;strong&gt; he loves me&lt;/strong&gt;. But it wasn't enough. &lt;strong&gt;Does he cares about me?&lt;/strong&gt; Or he was just being there in the name of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am ready for anything to come. Sebab tu lately I've tried &lt;strong&gt;not to be so over-protected&lt;/strong&gt; about all of this. Apa yang akan datang and jadi, will happen the way it should. Right at this moment, &lt;strong&gt;I leave it all up to fate to decide&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7438018836655465240?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7438018836655465240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7438018836655465240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7438018836655465240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7438018836655465240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/fate-to-decide.html' title='Fate to decide'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-92991373539144289</id><published>2009-03-13T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:46:08.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://ermiezentie.blogspot.com/"&gt;EMIE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****Let answer it honestly*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; At home (of course depan pc).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you supposed to be right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; At home sleeping (but I can't..not yet).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is someone you loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; In his room (sleeping).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What his/her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are he/she stil studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Mukah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long your relationship with he/she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; 1 ++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you first meet he/she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Dah lama dulu (hehe).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Tempat rahsia kami (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you know you falled in love with he/she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; The day dengan sweetnya he proposed me (*blushing*).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy to be loved with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; YES (despite all those arguements and fights).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;  Engaged (*gulp*).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; We believe so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone at friendster password?Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Nope (although I wanted to).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do them know your password?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favourite songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Check on my mp3 playlist (on my pc)  in the 'MUST LISTEN' folder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your gf/bf is a great kisser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Rahsia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has you ever told someone you never love that you love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Nope. LOVE is the magic word. Tak boleh simply guna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you love your bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; YES I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"takpe la"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (and that selalu jadi punca gaduh. Hehe..).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Next to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take alchohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; (but not proud of it. Can't help it. Hehe..).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; 18 February 198?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is on your featured friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;, Fina, Intan, Lia, Along, Isaac, Aty, Farrina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many you login in a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; A lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone hate you for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I guess ada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it important that we have to care about people matter? Give your reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; It depends on who they are, what is the matter and how it may effect me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your shout out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; "sayang glak2"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; My family, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; and my close friends (and some other people. Hehe..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a shy person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; A little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you prefer to get back with your ex before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Move forward, not backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Nope (when I really believed in it).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; To be extremely happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-92991373539144289?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/92991373539144289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=92991373539144289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/92991373539144289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/92991373539144289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-6974554907738205573</id><published>2009-03-11T03:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:11:58.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>A complicated stories of a friend of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a relationship with&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;loves &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; having a crush on&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/draziel88"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/draziel88"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; likes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but never clearly mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;might also fall for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hunkiecrush.blogspot.com/"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who is such an adorable person.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hunkiecrush.blogspot.com/"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; never knew about it and wouldn't have the same feelings towards &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;being unfair to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for having those feelings towards other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should've do something to&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really don't want to loose &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which clearly still in love with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/draziel88"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't be living in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hunkiecrush.blogspot.com/"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could be out of the story soon because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hunkiecrush.blogspot.com/"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't seem to care much about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was not a bitch for having those feelings. Its human feelings and subjective to be explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;must have done something wrong somewhere for letting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; turns the head to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/draziel88"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; likes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so take the risk and just say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hunkiecrush.blogspot.com/"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have absolutely no clue about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is having a crush on &lt;a href="http://hunkiecrush.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I personally have no clue to give any opinion in this kind of situation. So how?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-6974554907738205573?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/6974554907738205573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=6974554907738205573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6974554907738205573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6974554907738205573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/complicated-stories-of-friend-of-mine.html' title='A complicated stories of a friend of mine'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1789567619517471412</id><published>2009-03-10T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:58:52.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I am okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes we are okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I still believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But somehow inside I am still&lt;strong&gt; crying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If this is ain't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, then what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-1789567619517471412?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1789567619517471412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1789567619517471412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1789567619517471412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1789567619517471412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1702728882651067050</id><published>2009-03-08T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:53:49.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari-hari kena tengok his self made video.&lt;br /&gt;Bila dengar sampai malam teringat-teringat.&lt;br /&gt;Siang, still terdengar-dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the hell was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me to have this kind of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; again.&lt;br /&gt;Takut-takut nanti over the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, anyone would die to be with the one who can sing and sing that song for them.&lt;br /&gt;If only someone would appreciate me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Doing that kind of video.&lt;br /&gt;Hurmm.. I melt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-1702728882651067050?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1702728882651067050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1702728882651067050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1702728882651067050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1702728882651067050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled_08.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-447443199523546467</id><published>2009-03-06T03:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:07:50.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penat'/><title type='text'>Marah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aduh! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebel banget deh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Now aku rasa betul-betul &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt; macam bom yang meletup. Was it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miscommunication&lt;/span&gt;? Siapa yang patut &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bengang&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;marah&lt;/span&gt; sekarang ni? Now I am the one to be put all the blamed on pula? Sebab apa? Sebab aku tak faham or sebab aku malas nak explain banyak-banyak kali. Come one, we both grown up dan for sure boleh fikir&lt;strong&gt; 'what is going on'&lt;/strong&gt; kan? Kalau boleh, I choosed&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; not to be mad&lt;/span&gt; like this okay. I would rather sit quiet and see your &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;progress&lt;/span&gt; if you willing to make it up for it. Tapi ni tak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry that I have to share this on the blog. It is the way for me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;express &lt;/span&gt;things out. If it was bad or good, I wouldn't mind sharing it here because it is my blog and it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;about me&lt;/span&gt; and those people around me. Don't say that I am trying to make&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bad impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here. I need to let it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tapi dia masih boleh tidur lena&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Yes, penat banyak kerja and all&lt;/strong&gt;. Aku, manusia yang tak pernah penat ke? Tapi aku lebih rela penat buat kerja rather then penat berfikir. If only aku boleh buat tak tahu things might be easier. Or perhaps easy sangat sampai terlepas. Kalau boleh aku tak nak lepaskan just because of this fight. Maybe things could work out well soon. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tapi mana effort kau?&lt;/span&gt; Tak kan setakat cakap saja and everything semua jadi ok. It doesn't work that way pada siapa-siapa pun. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We have to make the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Penatkan dengar rintihan each and everyday for these past few days. Aku sendiri dah rasa penat nak complaint about all this. Tapi macam mana? One thing after another. Have we both really dah going on a different direction? That is what &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; me the most. Kalau boleh,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I do really want to work thing things out&lt;/span&gt;. Tak nak la ada ending yang bodoh macam ni. I just have to wait and see for a little while. &lt;strong&gt;Kalau memang ada sayang, things would really go well soon&lt;/strong&gt;. Tapi if its the other way around, then even nature can't force it to go back to normal mode. Crossing my fingers.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Wait and see&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/5809980755571334422-447443199523546467?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/447443199523546467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=447443199523546467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/447443199523546467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/447443199523546467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/marah.html' title='Marah!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3435793135633153534</id><published>2009-03-05T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:14:58.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsiblity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><title type='text'>Too close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I am this close of &lt;strong&gt;turning my heads off&lt;/strong&gt; of him. Ntah la. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't blame me&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;running out and really lack of attention&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and communication&lt;/span&gt; from him. Clearly it wasn't really my fault. I've tried to be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and think of it in a&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; positive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; way. But guess what, I couldn't find any positivity about it. &lt;strong&gt;Who could cope being in a relationship without communication?&lt;/strong&gt; Especially when we both were quite in a distance.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Unbelievable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know if I am being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really do need attention&lt;/span&gt;. I am feeling so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; nobody cares&lt;/span&gt;. What's the point of committing with someone in general but you can't really commit of being&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; responsible&lt;/span&gt; in maintaining the relationship. Aku penat menunggu dan menunggu. Aku penat nak faham situasi dia. Aku penat nak fikir on the bright side. Then siapa nak fikir pasal aku? Siapa nak faham situasi aku? I am not asking for sympathy or forcing for something extra. I am just asking for the thing that I deserves to get from a lover; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the attention&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take action before its too late&lt;/strong&gt;. Because bila things get in the unwanted way, then I guess there is no point of blaming me. I am sad. Really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3435793135633153534?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3435793135633153534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3435793135633153534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3435793135633153534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3435793135633153534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-close.html' title='Too close'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5405985001314378051</id><published>2009-03-04T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:35:55.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>I'm Scared Of Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in this fight, and I'm swinging and my arms are getting tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to beat this emptiness but I'm running out of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sinking in the sand, and I can barely stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm scared of lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to be patient, but I'm hurting deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't keep waiting, I need comfort late at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't find my way, won't you lead me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm scared of lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm scared of being the only shadow I see along the wall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm scared the only heartbeat I hear beating is my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm scared of being alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream, I need you to hold me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm scared of lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm scared of lonely.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry at night, 'cause my baby's too far to be by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To wipe away these tears of mine, so I hold my pillow tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To imagine you would stretch your hand looking for mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm lost in this dream , I need you to hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your strength when nobody is around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm tired of this emptiness, I think I'm drowning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be lonely no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5405985001314378051?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5405985001314378051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5405985001314378051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5405985001314378051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5405985001314378051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-scared-of-lonely.html' title='I&apos;m Scared Of Lonely'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1456922978897893142</id><published>2009-03-04T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:50:46.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; without&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; attention&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kenapa orang lain yang beri that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; attention&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sinking in&lt;/strong&gt;. You need to pull me out or else I'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;drown&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/5809980755571334422-1456922978897893142?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1456922978897893142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1456922978897893142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1456922978897893142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1456922978897893142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-6392655761177000886</id><published>2009-03-03T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:35:33.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged: The 100 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; emie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name:&gt;&gt; andre riantiarno nasution&lt;br /&gt;002. Nicknames:&gt;&gt; andre / nasution&lt;br /&gt;003. Married:&gt;&gt; not just yet&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign:&gt;&gt; aquarius&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female:&gt;&gt; male&lt;br /&gt;006. Age:&gt;&gt; 26&lt;br /&gt;007. High school:&gt;&gt; st. john institution&lt;br /&gt;008. College:&gt;&gt; cosmopoint institute of information technology&lt;br /&gt;009. Residence:&gt;&gt; ampang&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color:&gt;&gt; originally black (currently:mahogany)&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short hair:&gt;&gt; short&lt;br /&gt;012. Smoke:&gt;&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;013. Drink:&gt;&gt; socially&lt;br /&gt;014. Available:&gt;&gt; NO ANSWER (haha..buat emo..)&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a health freak:&gt;&gt; not really&lt;br /&gt;016. Weight :&gt;&gt; ringan&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush?:&gt;&gt; YES! (brandon boyd please...)&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself:&gt;&gt; on certain side of me; YES.&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings:&gt;&gt; at some parts&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos:&gt;&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty:&gt;&gt; lefty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****FIRST*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;023: First piercing:&gt;&gt; 17 y/o on my nose&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend/s:&gt;&gt; couldn't recall (there were some at that time)&lt;br /&gt;025. First award:&gt;&gt; 8 y/o for story telling competition&lt;br /&gt;026. First memory:&gt;&gt; which? banyak kot.&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet:&gt;&gt; turtle&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation:&gt;&gt; couldn't remember&lt;br /&gt;029. First concert:&gt;&gt; arkarna @ bandung&lt;br /&gt;030. First crush:&gt;&gt; 12 y/o (gile flirtacious..hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****LAST*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. Last time you went out:&gt;&gt; just now with Anowl and Nana pegi makan bakso and sate jawa..(treat untuk orang demam..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;032. Last time you had a good time:&gt;&gt; last week kot (hang-over alert!)&lt;br /&gt;033. Last time you cried:&gt;&gt; early this morning&lt;br /&gt;034. Last award:&gt;&gt; tak ingat. (facebook friendship award applications tu kire tak?)&lt;br /&gt;035. Last trip abroad:&gt;&gt; abroad dah lame takde. last vaccay kira Langkawi la.&lt;br /&gt;036. Last concert:&gt;&gt; Incubus (years and years back then..)&lt;br /&gt;037. Last album you bought:&gt;&gt; bought?! (apa guna internet..download je..)&lt;br /&gt;038. Last song you played:&gt;&gt; goodbye by secondhand serenade&lt;br /&gt;039. Last phone call:&gt;&gt; BB&lt;br /&gt;040. Last laugh:&gt;&gt; dengan Nana and Anowl tadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****PICK ONE*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;041. Summer or winter:&gt;&gt; summer&lt;br /&gt;042. Rainy or sunny:&gt;&gt; sunny&lt;br /&gt;043. Britney or Christina:&gt;&gt; Christina&lt;br /&gt;044. TV or YouTube:&gt;&gt; tv&lt;br /&gt;045. Oprah or Tyra:&gt;&gt; tyra&lt;br /&gt;046. McD’s or KFC:&gt;&gt; McD&lt;br /&gt;047. Soccer or tennis:&gt;&gt; tennis&lt;br /&gt;048. New york or San Francisco:&gt;&gt; new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****CURRENTLY*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating:&gt;&gt; biskut tiger&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking:&gt;&gt; nescafe instant&lt;br /&gt;051. Wearing:&gt;&gt; boxer and tee&lt;br /&gt;052. Im about to:&gt;&gt; update my blog&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to:&gt;&gt; Thinking of you by Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****FAVORITES*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Food:&gt;&gt; banyak sangat&lt;br /&gt;055. Drinks:&gt;&gt; nescafe / teh ais&lt;br /&gt;056. Colors:&gt;&gt; blue&lt;br /&gt;057. Numbers:&gt;&gt; 18 / 2 / 8 / 7 / 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****YOUR FUTURE*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids:&gt;&gt; maybe&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married:&gt;&gt; yes tapi dengan dia (hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;060. Life:&gt;&gt; banyak lagi yang kene fullfill&lt;br /&gt;061. Goals:&gt;&gt; good career and happy life&lt;br /&gt;062. Where will you live:&gt;&gt; anywhere with dia&lt;br /&gt;063. Buy a house:&gt;&gt; i want to&lt;br /&gt;064. Buy a car&gt;&gt; i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****YOUR PARENTS*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;065. Love your mom:&gt;&gt; sangat- sangat&lt;br /&gt;066. Love your dad&gt;&gt; sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****WHICH IS BETTER?*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes:&gt;&gt; lips&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses:&gt;&gt; kisses (i looooveeee..)&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller:&gt;&gt; taller&lt;br /&gt;071. Lean or plump:&gt;&gt; lean&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous:&gt;&gt; romantic&lt;br /&gt;073 . Nice stomach or nice arms:&gt;&gt; stomach&lt;br /&gt;074 . Sensitive or loud:&gt;&gt; sensitive&lt;br /&gt;075 . Hook-ups or relationships:&gt;&gt; relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****HAVE YOU EVER*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Bungee-jumped:&gt;&gt; not yet&lt;br /&gt;077. Shook hands with someone important:&gt;&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger:&gt;&gt; rather not say (haha..sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles:&gt;&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts:&gt;&gt; once in high school&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home:&gt;&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;082. Liked someone younger:&gt;&gt; yes!&lt;br /&gt;083. Older:&gt;&gt; yes!&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone’s heart:&gt;&gt; i was stupid in the past. so YES and i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested:&gt;&gt; rather not say&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down:&gt;&gt; for a good reasons&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died:&gt;&gt; of course la! i do have feelings...&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend:&gt;&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****DO YOU BELIEVE IN*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself:&gt;&gt; most of the time&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles:&gt;&gt; depends&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight:&gt;&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven:&gt;&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa clause:&gt;&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date:&gt;&gt; rather not say&lt;br /&gt;095. the more you hate, the more you love:&gt;&gt; sometimes it is true. but on the other hand, kalau dah benci, benci la!&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels:&gt;&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****ANSWER TRUTHFULLY*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with you right now?:&gt;&gt; dia&lt;br /&gt;098. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at a time?:&gt;&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?:&gt;&gt; YES I DO!&lt;br /&gt;100. Will you tag 10 people to continue this game:&gt;&gt; i might but i don't know who...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-6392655761177000886?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/6392655761177000886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=6392655761177000886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6392655761177000886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6392655761177000886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-100-random-facts.html' title='Tagged: The 100 Random Facts'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7450884889386098094</id><published>2009-03-02T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:09:54.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penat'/><title type='text'>arrgghh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What the hell was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni macam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aku ni tak wujud ke?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tak penting ke aku?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Or aku ni yang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bodoh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;risau tak tentu pasal. Tapi&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; logic&lt;/span&gt; la aku&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; risau&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nak tahu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aku &lt;strong&gt;over-protected&lt;/strong&gt; ke? Or aku &lt;strong&gt;over think things&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Sendiri fikir; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wajar atau tidak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aku siapa? Kau siapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;penat&lt;/span&gt; berfikir. Aku penat risau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mungkin sampai masa aku berhenti berfikir untuk itu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And mungkin sampai masa aku tak harus lagi peduli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7450884889386098094?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7450884889386098094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7450884889386098094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7450884889386098094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7450884889386098094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/03/arrgghh.html' title='arrgghh!!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8566159783738722534</id><published>2009-02-26T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:45:40.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><title type='text'>Bad feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clueless&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blur&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disappointed&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sedih&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emotional&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those are the feelings yang mixed up in me right about now. How am I suppose to get rid of it? Serious aku tak tahu. I've tried not to think about it, tapi as usual la; I failed. I couldn't just let it go. Those were the problems I am having right now. I couldn't just escape, could I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I over think things! How stoopid was that? Because at the end of it, aku sendiri yang pening. Aku pasti aku juga yang akan mengalah. Why not I just sit tight and be quite. See how things will work. Can they just work on their own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8566159783738722534?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8566159783738722534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8566159783738722534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8566159783738722534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8566159783738722534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-feelings.html' title='Bad feelings'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5359872974529127245</id><published>2009-02-25T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:23:07.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Lack of Attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku rasa macam dah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lack of attention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Damn, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt; side of me dah start buat hal. Maybe aku just rasa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, susah juga kadang-kadang nak keep up this kind of relationship. &lt;strong&gt;Aku tak rasa bosan&lt;/strong&gt;; don't get me wrong. Cuma aku rasa perhatian tu makin lama makin kurang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Biasa lah tu. Awal-awal memang excited lebih. Dah lama-lama tu dah start macam monotonous je"&lt;/span&gt;, says a friend to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow I do have to agree on his statement. Memang kita akan get&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; too excited&lt;/span&gt; at the early stage. Especially bila benda tu masih baru and fresh. Bila dah lama macam ni kenapa tak boleh maintain that excitement? Tu yang buat aku &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;curious&lt;/span&gt; selalu. Perasaan tu dah berubah ke? Or dah rasa jemu nak excited macam awal-awal dulu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, this feelings on behalf of me tak berubah and that's for sure. Maybe masa yang buat keadaan tu berubah. I am not feeling good about all this. &lt;strong&gt;Aku rasa dah kurang special&lt;/strong&gt;. Like the rest of them. Ntah la. Maybe it was just a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paranoia&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/5809980755571334422-5359872974529127245?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5359872974529127245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5359872974529127245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5359872974529127245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5359872974529127245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/lack-of-attention.html' title='Lack of Attention'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5670440612186487</id><published>2009-02-24T04:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:22:07.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged by e.m.i.e</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://ermiezentie.blogspot.com/"&gt;e.m.i.e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila berikan kegunaan lain yang digunakan oleh anda kepada barang-barang yang dinyatakan di bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Anak Kunci&lt;/strong&gt; - buat locket (creative kot...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Penutup Pen&lt;/strong&gt; - buat gigit-gigit semasa bosan or tengah mencari idea (macam sekarang ni...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Botol Mineral&lt;/strong&gt; - buat ketok-ketok cari perhatian (annoying kan bunyi dia...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Paper lama&lt;/strong&gt; - buat alas untuk potong rambut or alas drawing/painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Seluar 'D' lama&lt;/strong&gt; - sambung-sambung buat selimut (hehe.. tak pernah cube lagi la..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Lesung batu&lt;/strong&gt; - pecahkan ais or kaca or even kepala orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;Langsir &lt;/strong&gt;- buat lap kaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;Komputer ofis&lt;/strong&gt; - online benda-benda yang tak berkaitan dengan kerja, simpan-simpan gambar, simpan lagu/video, main game, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;Duit syiling&lt;/strong&gt; - buat coin toss kalau tak tau nak buat pilihan (makesure ada 2 choices je...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Laman Blog&lt;/strong&gt; - tempat nak spy kalau BB ada buat unwanted stuff, tempat share thoughts and advices, tempat nak cari info, etc. (jadi punca pergaduhan pun boleh kadang-kadang..hehehe...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5670440612186487?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5670440612186487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5670440612186487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5670440612186487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5670440612186487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-emie.html' title='Tagged by e.m.i.e'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5628004669732808746</id><published>2009-02-24T03:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:25:56.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Lucky 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday (23022009) our 1st anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kelakar&lt;/span&gt;. Within these days macam-macam dah kami went through. Fights, arguements, flirtacious mode, gelak-gelak, geram-geram, marah-marah, merajuk, konon-konon putus, baik balik, gigit-gigit, bengang-bengang, misunderstanding, emo, dan macam-macam lagi la. Tapi semuanya masih in a good condition. &lt;strong&gt;Aku sayang &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; aku&lt;/strong&gt;. Eventhough kadang-kadang rasa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;geram&lt;/span&gt; sangat dekat dia, tapi I still choosed him instead of any other people. &lt;strong&gt;Aku sayang dia!&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously. Kalau blog ni boleh menjerit, dia dah jerit dah&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "enough of this lovey dovey thingie"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi I seriously don't care. This love tak pernah cukup for me to define in any words. Hanya hati yang dapat elaborate itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macam almost everyday aku cari gaduh ngan&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi aku rasa benda tu&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; funny&lt;/span&gt; sebab teringatkan dia dah cukup buat aku memang tak boleh marah lama-lama. Bagi la arguement macam mana pun, kami mesti boleh recover balik. So far macam tu la. In the future tu tak tahu la lagi. I knew he have gone through a lot, and obviously me too. Kalau boleh, aku betul-betul nak buat dia &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Aku personally &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sangat ada dia untuk aku. Out of nowhere without any notice. This one absolutely a&lt;strong&gt; 'check'&lt;/strong&gt; on the list. Wish that came true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So Happy Anniversary &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;! Macam-macam lagi kita nak face in the future. All I am hoping for is your patience. Love you so much!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5628004669732808746?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5628004669732808746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5628004669732808746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5628004669732808746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5628004669732808746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucky-1.html' title='Lucky 1'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3416126104611670633</id><published>2009-02-22T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:28:27.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><title type='text'>Let's not cross the line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SaDwf4mmn6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/kE40kGzeYPc/s1600-h/713812559_bfeeba08fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305504791603355554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SaDwf4mmn6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/kE40kGzeYPc/s320/713812559_bfeeba08fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've drew the line and&lt;strong&gt; let's not go and cross&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; not a cheater&lt;/span&gt; nor an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unfaithful&lt;/span&gt; lover.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that yesterday's bumped in wasn't really a co-incident.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's not cross the line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your feelings, so please &lt;strong&gt;respect mine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can never to back what we have left back then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is all that I can offer.&lt;br /&gt;And if its not good enough for you, then&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I am sorry&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/5809980755571334422-3416126104611670633?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3416126104611670633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3416126104611670633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3416126104611670633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3416126104611670633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-not-cross-line.html' title='Let&apos;s not cross the line.'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SaDwf4mmn6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/kE40kGzeYPc/s72-c/713812559_bfeeba08fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-232796599842771158</id><published>2009-02-20T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:33:13.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistake'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>I nodded and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"unfortunately yes"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;situation and I really shouldn't have said anything.&lt;br /&gt;But I did and I couldn't take it back.&lt;br /&gt;Lets act as if nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because it was really nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the situation where you said something and you actually didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;That was the exact same thing that had happened here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense that a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; big drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will come along.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to deal with this before it invade what I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;It was clearly a mistake to say such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I know &lt;strong&gt;I didn't mean to&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no other substitute.&lt;br /&gt;Because he is the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ONLY one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-232796599842771158?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/232796599842771158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=232796599842771158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/232796599842771158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/232796599842771158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4210491812164909221</id><published>2009-02-18T03:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:54:09.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The day I feel so old</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gosh..&lt;/strong&gt; the day yang aku cuba elakkan has come. Today I am becoming &lt;strong&gt;another year older&lt;/strong&gt;. S**t! I wasn't prepare for this yet. I am 26 and still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clueless&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe my mom was right. I am &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt; and tak pernah cuba untuk grow up. I am still 18 somehow inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not much of a celebration for me since the last few years. Aku pun macam cuba elakkan untuk having a blast on my birthday to remind myself that &lt;strong&gt;I am not a teenager anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. Me and few close friends gathered up for drinks at Hartamas. We talked, we laughed as usual and that was just about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole day even until now I've been getting Birthday wishes from close friends, schoolmates, college mates, co-workers, relatives and those virtual friends out of FB,MS, etc. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks a lot you guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Most of them wishes me quite about the same thing. Panjang umur and murah rezeki. And this year, I also got quite a lot&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "semoga cepat kawin"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kind of wishes. Funny, which I am looking forward to. But it is has to be with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my pusak&lt;/span&gt;! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully, this year aku akan jadi &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more mature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I think I wished for that too last year). Seriously, aku perlukan &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big improvement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since aku dah agak terlewat ni. For those who always being there for me throughout these years, thank you so much. Tak dapat aku nak explain how much I really &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appreciate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it. For those who came into my life and left, thanks juga for those&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; experiences and memories&lt;/span&gt;. I never regret, semua jadi ada hikmah and I found the reasons why already. For my family yang selalu jadi mangsa aku, I am sorry and thanks for making my life much more meaningful. And for&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; my BB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang datang dalam hidup aku right now, tak dapat aku nak picture in any word how lucky and thankful I am. I hope what we both have promised and hope will remain as it should be.&lt;strong&gt; I love you&lt;/strong&gt;. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough of this quick crap. A brand new year for me, yeay! Hopefully semua akan go smooth in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304196313156890674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZxKcainMDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mJYxc_zaKL8/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;p/s: Thanks to Azim for this tahun ni. Love it!&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/5809980755571334422-4210491812164909221?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4210491812164909221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4210491812164909221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4210491812164909221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4210491812164909221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-i-feel-so-old.html' title='The day I feel so old'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZxKcainMDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mJYxc_zaKL8/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-844668132300757504</id><published>2009-02-17T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:12:49.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"Time please stop! Aku belum ready..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZqblE4sITI/AAAAAAAAAf8/R6H78ksaT5s/s1600-h/3105080121_8ed0288c41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303722572451160370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZqblE4sITI/AAAAAAAAAf8/R6H78ksaT5s/s400/3105080121_8ed0288c41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The clock ticking faster and faster. Aku belum bersedia lagi nak hadapi hari esok. Maybe yesterdays &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointments &lt;/span&gt;dah banyak overshadows life aku sekarang. I don't want time to move another step forward while I am obviously still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; here. I have nothing untuk bawa bersama. Aku cuma punya &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;angan-angan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;harapan&lt;/span&gt;. Aku cuma punya those healing wounds from the past experiences. Aku cuma punya &lt;strong&gt;aku&lt;/strong&gt; untuk teruskan hari-hari mendatang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My emotion dah semakin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;messing up&lt;/span&gt; at this very moment. Aku cuba lari daripada situasi and semua orang yang aku sayang so I won't hurt them. Aku perlu masa untuk diri sendiri for a while. I am sorry as you guys need to understand my situation. But &lt;strong&gt;I am scared of being lonely.&lt;/strong&gt; Semuanya akan bermula lagi each and every year. &lt;strong&gt;Aku seriously belum ready&lt;/strong&gt;. I wish I could ask Tuesday to stop and give me much more time before Wednesday take over. Tapi it wouldn't be enough. Masih banyak masa and things that I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-844668132300757504?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/844668132300757504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=844668132300757504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/844668132300757504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/844668132300757504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-please-stop-aku-belum-ready.html' title='&quot;Time please stop! Aku belum ready...&quot;'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZqblE4sITI/AAAAAAAAAf8/R6H78ksaT5s/s72-c/3105080121_8ed0288c41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4248113586241668467</id><published>2009-02-16T03:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:41:59.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tick..tock..tick..tock..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't really know what to expect now. Some say; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"stop thinking, let it be"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could. Tapi seriously, setiap puff rokok yang aku hisap akan terus buat aku berfikir.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I am scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; trust me. Aku takut of the future expectations. Aku takut of making more&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mistakes&lt;/span&gt;. Aku takut making the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong decision&lt;/span&gt;. Aku takut &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loosing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not getting what I want&lt;/span&gt;. Aku takut of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feeling down&lt;/span&gt;. Takut another&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; depression&lt;/span&gt; strike my emotion. Takut hopes and promises yang aku pegang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; for no perfect reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clock is ticking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where should I go now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What should I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who should I hold on to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What should I be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sampai masa aku perlukan jawapan and kepastian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4248113586241668467?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4248113586241668467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4248113586241668467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4248113586241668467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4248113586241668467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/ticktockticktock.html' title='Tick..tock..tick..tock..'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1573654629005582639</id><published>2009-02-15T11:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:36:06.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><title type='text'>2009 B'Day Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZeNeys_G3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/vGndG9Yj-ac/s1600-h/casio+databank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302862646398098290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZeNeys_G3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/vGndG9Yj-ac/s200/casio+databank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Casio Databank Watch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZeKS0LcIPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/aMXgbAJRPQk/s1600-h/2988755857_7507b4d6e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302859142100951282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZeKS0LcIPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/aMXgbAJRPQk/s200/2988755857_7507b4d6e8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supercool cam ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302859145406738898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZeKTAfmcdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UfZaqu_nMIU/s200/colorsplash+lomo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorsplash LOMO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302859148595931186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZeKTMX9qDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/WErO48H-TMA/s200/bbbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5809980755571334422-1573654629005582639?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1573654629005582639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1573654629005582639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1573654629005582639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1573654629005582639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-bday-wishlist.html' title='2009 B&apos;Day Wishlist'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SZeNeys_G3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/vGndG9Yj-ac/s72-c/casio+databank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7414505367587188255</id><published>2009-02-14T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:17:44.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressing Emotion</title><content type='html'>Bila aku cakap &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku tak suka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, means &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku tak suka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau &lt;strong&gt;aku dah tegur&lt;/strong&gt; tu bermakna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku tak suka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Susah ke nak faham?&lt;br /&gt;Susah ke nak jaga hati orang yang disayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku bukan over-protective&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;self aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik elak before things happen.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab once dah terjadi nak cakap apa pun dah tak guna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jaga la hati aku just like aku seriously jaga your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku tak suka dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you doesn't seemed to be backing me up.&lt;br /&gt;What was all that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku takut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems slowly to be fading away.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;strong&gt;aku takut&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please, do it right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7414505367587188255?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7414505367587188255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7414505367587188255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7414505367587188255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7414505367587188255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/expressing-emotion.html' title='Expressing Emotion'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4517915982628356658</id><published>2009-02-14T13:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:05:41.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><title type='text'>Thanks, but No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got home at 4.30 am this morning. Just lepak-lepak with friends and &lt;strong&gt;not celebrating Valentine's&lt;/strong&gt;. I parked my car and dengan perasaan &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt; aku berjalan towards the gate and I saw a nicely wrapped-up box. I wondered apa benda tu so I picked it up and checked. Hey, there was my name on it. Mimpi ke? It is not yet my birthday pun. Besides, it doesn't stated the address nor even stamp on it. So I am guessing the sender mesti my friends yang dah tahu rumah aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I get inside the house dalam keadaan &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; (who wouldn't bila dapat hadiah macam tu) yet wondering siapa yang &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;baik hati&lt;/span&gt; bagi aku this early birthday present. I opened the box and there were few little presents. Ada small roses sculpture, a small book titled &lt;strong&gt;"Love Makes Life"&lt;/strong&gt; (hurmm?), a Kinder Bueno chocolate yang dah almost melt and a card. I curiously opened the card and I know that this wasn't my early birthday gift. It's a Valentine's present. Sadly, not from my boyfriend. But someone yang aku dah clearly stated that &lt;strong&gt;IT'S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; dengan apa yang dia buat. But aku rasa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disrespected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sebab he knew that I am dating someone, and apa yang dia buat really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disrespect our relationship&lt;/span&gt;. At that very moment, aku rasa macam nak buang je those gifts yang dia bagi.&lt;strong&gt; It's not persuasive at all&lt;/strong&gt;. I won't fall that way. Penat dah nak explained. So please, respect my relationship as I do really respect your feelings. I can't tolerate with any of this again next time. This is not about who would win my heart the most. It's about &lt;strong&gt;I am in love with someone else&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;BB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So aku tak berniat nak sakitkan hati orang or berkasar, tapi tolong jangan buat benda-benda macam ni yang buat aku muak. We have marked the line, and friends is all that you and I can be. So let's just keep it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4517915982628356658?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4517915982628356658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4517915982628356658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4517915982628356658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4517915982628356658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-but-no.html' title='Thanks, but No.'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8397834379478916267</id><published>2009-02-13T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:06:38.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Insecurity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku just a normal human being yang tak boleh escape from feeling &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;insecure&lt;/span&gt;. Puas aku cuba&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; chill down&lt;/span&gt; and try not to think of those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;negative shits&lt;/span&gt;; but I failed. &lt;strong&gt;Aku memang paranoid&lt;/strong&gt;. Lately ni, macam-macam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dugaan&lt;/span&gt; yang datang. We argued a lot. Not that I wanted to, tapi ada saja benda yang bothering us. I admit,&lt;strong&gt; I am quite emotional&lt;/strong&gt;. But it were all happened for reasons. Aku bukan saja-saja nak made up stories just to get myself reacted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt;. I am so not like that. One thing after another datang yang cuba buat aku turn my head off. But it doesn't work that simple. Aku bukan jenis yang terus jump into conclusion. &lt;strong&gt;Aku masih ada tolerance and trust&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;arguments &lt;/span&gt;settled bila kami dengar each other &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;explanations&lt;/span&gt; and yes, we both &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; each other well. Kadang-kadang out of nowhere, those things yang I thought dah get over still datang and ganggu fikiran aku. &lt;strong&gt;Memang aku suka berfikir&lt;/strong&gt;. So that's why macam-macam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit stuff&lt;/span&gt; yang boleh buat aku jadi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pessimist&lt;/span&gt;. I am sorry. Tapi apa yang aku fikirkan mostly yang dah berlaku in the past and buat aku lebih&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; strictly aware&lt;/span&gt; of things before it happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, kadang-kadang aku &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confused &lt;/span&gt;of what am I doing right now. Aku cuba buat yang terbaik, jadi yang terbaik and terima apa yang terbaik. &lt;strong&gt;I don't expect perfection&lt;/strong&gt;. Tapi kenapa orang doesn't take things seriously. To them, small matters buat apa nak ambil berat. &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt; It doesn't work like that for me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not ever take any sort of small or even bigger things for granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We never know how small things could turn into a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;major troublemaker&lt;/span&gt;. So apa pun benda yang berlaku, we do have to talk and face it. Because once when things getting bigger and everything seems to be too late, we couldn't blame fate for that to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not waiting for nothing. Yes, semua ni perlukan kesabaran. Limited or tak, terpulang pada budi bicara diri sendiri. All I know is that at this very moment, I am still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8397834379478916267?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8397834379478916267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8397834379478916267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8397834379478916267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8397834379478916267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/insecurity.html' title='Insecurity'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3501232138498639211</id><published>2009-02-12T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:00:27.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What kind of boyfriend am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; lame&lt;/span&gt; day and I got nothing else better to do. So I &lt;em&gt;google&lt;/em&gt; for a poll and quizzes sites and this one really caught me. &lt;strong&gt;"WHAT KIND OF BOYFRIEND ARE YOU?"&lt;/strong&gt;. So I took a few minutes to answer those questions and here are the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt; but&lt;strong&gt; too secretive&lt;/strong&gt; in terms of past personal stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;errkk&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am a big time&lt;strong&gt; jealous&lt;/strong&gt; lover with those high states of&lt;strong&gt; paranoia&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;afraid of loosing&lt;/strong&gt; the one you love, but &lt;strong&gt;easily get over&lt;/strong&gt; it when you loose them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;keep track&lt;/strong&gt; on my lover's improvement and alert with his changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(I guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;trust my mind&lt;/strong&gt; more then my lover's reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(not sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't tolerate with cheating at all.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(ABSOLUTELY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; forgive&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;never forget&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(true. at least I forgive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am more &lt;strong&gt;dramatic&lt;/strong&gt; than realistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(not true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I usually will start the arguments, but I am the one to sort things out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't escape problems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; (depends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I can easily get mad and easily loosen up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;errkk&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It's hard for me to say 'I am sorry' although it was clearly my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(so not true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love compliments&lt;/strong&gt; and sweet-talks from my lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I have 70% of&lt;strong&gt; trust&lt;/strong&gt; on my lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(more actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a romantic lover.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(you bet I am!LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Somehow, everything stated there for me were&lt;strong&gt; almost true&lt;/strong&gt;. Now you guys know what kind of boyfriend I am. No doubt about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3501232138498639211?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3501232138498639211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3501232138498639211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3501232138498639211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3501232138498639211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-kind-of-boyfriend-am-i.html' title='What kind of boyfriend am I?'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2672066531340062699</id><published>2009-02-11T04:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:50:58.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged: A Reminder - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Cody&lt;/strong&gt; for the TAGGED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your i-Tunes, MP3, Mp4, Windows Media Player, etc. on shufle.&lt;br /&gt;For each question, press the next button to get your answer&lt;br /&gt;You must write down that song name no matter how silly it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some asked you, "Are you okay?", you say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Shaky - The Ian Carey Project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Solo - At The Drive In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy / girl :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running - No Doubt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mouthful of Poison - Kittie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(aikk..suicide? NO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is you life purpose :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(yup..still holding on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is you Motto? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Only Happy When It Rains - Garbage&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(actually I'm out of mood when it rains)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do you Friend Think of You :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweetheat - Arctic Monkeys&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(yea?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do Your Parents Think Bout You :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Painted by Numbers - The Sounds&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(number 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What Do you Think About Very Often :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiderman - The Cure&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(kenapa? sexy kot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Think of Your Bestfriend :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sink Beneath The Line - Incubus&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(hehe..trust me, they will never be like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Your Life Story :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Join Me - HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Want to be When You Grow Up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venus As A Boy - Bjork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Think When the Person You Like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying Your Luck - The Strokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; (hehe.. and I usually get lucky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What Will You Dance At Your Wedding :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circle - Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Will They Play at Your Funeral :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climbing Up The Walls - Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Your Hobby :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brick Shithouse - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What is Your Biggest Fear :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All My Life- K.Ci and Jojo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(ye? memories la kot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is Your Biggest Secret :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking My Own Heart - Duffy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(not a secret. everyone knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What Do You Think Of Your Friends :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, Not Now - Hot Hot Heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Will You Post This As? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Reminder - Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope those will answer your questions yea! Hehehe.. How exactly it were all related, I never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-2672066531340062699?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2672066531340062699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2672066531340062699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2672066531340062699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2672066531340062699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-reminder-radiohead.html' title='Tagged: A Reminder - Radiohead'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-539065744405414995</id><published>2009-02-10T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:11:12.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><title type='text'>Jealousy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bengang!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salah ke if I am being&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;jealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe orang tak faham of the reasons why. I am being that jealous sebab aku&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dia. I wouldn't be that jealous if I don't &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;. Come one, things happened before that is why I am being &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;aware&lt;/span&gt; of it now. I've faced this kind of situation before. In fact, I used to be in that situation where people acted like they really concerned about me just to win me even they knew I'm dating someone. They might think that &lt;strong&gt;'the best men win'&lt;/strong&gt; cliche akan trying to ruin my relationship. But sorry,&lt;strong&gt; that won't do any deal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to be the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;victim&lt;/span&gt; here. So should I or should I not be jealous if someone trying to pursue my boyfriend and &lt;strong&gt;act concern&lt;/strong&gt; when I realised that he was just trying to get the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; and win over my boyfriend's heart? Aku bosan dengan orang yang macam tu. I am his lover and I do know how to take care of him. &lt;strong&gt;Mind yourself and your own business&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebab tu I am not a big fan of this&lt;strong&gt; 'open relationship'&lt;/strong&gt; where people tak pernah nak &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; other people's property. Aku penat nak explain to him so pandai-pandai la. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I trust him&lt;/span&gt;. But if I smell something is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; somewhere, then he might need to gain that trust back. Hope he understand and think how if that situation is about me. &lt;strong&gt;Would he be jealous&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-539065744405414995?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/539065744405414995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=539065744405414995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/539065744405414995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/539065744405414995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4816559115552919274</id><published>2009-02-09T15:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:40:10.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://reezweee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Use Google Image to search the answers to the questions below. Then you must choose a picture in the first page of results, and post it as your answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age of coming birthday : 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300710737131934706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oVL_ZE_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/CmsHV7nUORQ/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place i would like to visit : Venice, Italy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300710738954869730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oVSyA2-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/9Ajm3sj2H-E/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Favourite Place : Home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300710739942751778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oVWdiviI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hQTR3z2CXSo/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Favourite Food : Lasagna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300710741863489010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oVdne3fI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DBwMdI6s7ZU/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Favourite Things : Clothes &amp;amp; Lomo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300710738557526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oVRTR46I/AAAAAAAAAdU/xr8ECLkEIAI/s200/5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300711218029111362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oxLeNqEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/HMiifzGntHs/s200/5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname I had &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300711220036178578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oxS8vEpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YM9evV-Tv6A/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Of My Love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300711220039359058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oxS9fmlI/AAAAAAAAAds/_PlzkELomQw/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hobby : Writing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300711220446156514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oxUee1uI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7TlPnOu7KLg/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bad Habit : Sleeping disorder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300711219389341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oxQihH5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Ezc3E_HPXn4/s200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wishlist : Cool apartment of my own and cute car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300711880492190786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_pXvVuDEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/qRBEWpPcWXU/s200/10b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300711878086849298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_pXmYPcxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-eKHDYTtTnI/s200/10c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People I tagged are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akusiktauk.blogspot.com/"&gt;akusiktauk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teekaysexualseduction.blogspot.com/"&gt;teekay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ftotheworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;mr F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4816559115552919274?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4816559115552919274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4816559115552919274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4816559115552919274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4816559115552919274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SY_oVL_ZE_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/CmsHV7nUORQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8775215264205753070</id><published>2009-02-09T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:41:50.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vaccay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, aku balik ke KL after few days dah tinggalkan KL for a vacation in Langkawi. Apa result yang aku dapat? It was all &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; but yet doesn't really hilangkan all my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; tension&lt;/span&gt;. But it was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kadang-kadang bila pergi vacation with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kami ber-10 sampai di Langkawi around 10++ and then sewa mpv (Serena) so that boleh sumbat the 10 of us. Lepas tu straight to Pantai Cenang untuk cari hotel/chalet and we finally checked-in di Laguna Baron which is facing Pantai Cenang. Lepas rest and freshened up, kami headed to Kuah for lunch and beli barang-barang untuk keperluan for these past few days. Then balik chalet and rest for a bit then terus pergi pantai for a swim (that was the main purpose). Aku cuba untuk tanned kan kulit on day 1 ni, but result tak memberangsangkan. Malam pulak after dinner kat Wonderland Seafood, kami pergi tu a pub kat Aseania Hotel. Balik chalet then tidur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Penat from day 1 belum hilang but kami terpaksa bangun as early as 9 a.m to get ready for the island hopping. We charted a boat and went to 3 different island yang ada kat Langkawi tu. First, we went to see the Tasik Dayang Bunting and just celup-celup kaki since I can't really swim. After that, kami stopped by at Pulau Helang to see them feed those burung helang. And then straight to Pulau Beras Basah for a swim. Kat situ pantai dia lebih cantik and I got the chance to finally tanned my skin there. It worked after 45 minutes sleeping under the hot sun. Lepas tu kami pun pulang ke chalet and prepared to go for a cable car ride. Kat cable car tu, I wasn't expected fro me to become that nervous. Sampaikan since naik cable car tu I closed my eyes and tak nak tengok langsung. Now I know I am afraid of heights. At least, that kind of height. Seriously, scary sangat. That would be the first and the last time aku naik cable car di Langkawi tu. We headed home after that and did some bbq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-I left my phone on charge at the chalet today and BB got mad sebab tak dapat contact aku. I am so sorry. It was accidentally and a very busy day. It didn't mean that I forgot about him. Hope he understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, after those tiring 2 days, aku tak sabar nak balik KL. I miss my home and my mom and those KL stuff I've been doing everyday. Kami pulang ke KL around 3.45 pm and I finally arrived home at 12.30++. Thank God. It was a superb vacation. I had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8775215264205753070?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8775215264205753070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8775215264205753070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8775215264205753070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8775215264205753070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/vaccay.html' title='Vaccay!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8482783441831133850</id><published>2009-02-05T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:30:36.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Let love show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Excited&lt;/span&gt; yet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I chatted with a close friends of mine. Doing a little&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; catched up&lt;/span&gt; until he jumped into the&lt;strong&gt; topic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: So I heard. Dah ada orang baru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Hehehe&lt;/em&gt;. Yup. Tapi rasa macam dah lama sangat. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: &lt;em&gt;Hehe&lt;/em&gt;. Gelak-gelak &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Sekarang you boleh gelak. Nanti &lt;em&gt;kang&lt;/em&gt; jadi lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Jangan cakap camtu. Somehow kali ni it feels so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: I heard that before &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;; from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Hehe. Ye&lt;em&gt; arr&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously kali ni betul la &lt;em&gt;kot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: &lt;em&gt;Kot&lt;/em&gt;??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: I can't be 100% sure, can I? Who knows what will happen in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: See. You sendiri tak confident about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: So far, I am confident. Tapi kadang-kadang..&lt;em&gt;ntah la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A minute of silence and suddenly semua&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; paranoia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tu datang and I started to think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;negative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: Whatever it is, just be careful. I've known you for a long time &lt;em&gt;la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ my name]&lt;/strong&gt;. I know what you've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Yea. Cuma I can't help myself. You know... falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: Its good to know that you are in love. Tapi I am afraid you might get hurt like it was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Hurmm.. Personally&lt;strong&gt; [ his name]&lt;/strong&gt;, I am afraid too. But I'd rather take my chances. In fact he seems so sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: Okay. I'm just warning you. Don't get yourself hurt ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll try. I am doing my best you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friend: Its a risky road you are taking. So be careful &lt;em&gt;je la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And all those&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; negativity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; struck aku sampai aku tak boleh nak lelapkan mata. Somehow, aku rasa he is&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sincere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough. Cuma dia tak begitu pandai nak tunjukkan. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;action speaks louder than words&lt;/strong&gt;. Tapi I believe I do have to take the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;risk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing venture, nothing gain&lt;/strong&gt; right? So all I can do is trying my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not to get myself &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; nor to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; him. But for sure, one day something bad will happen in this relationship. I'll try not to think about it much. Be just be &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aware&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of it. Whatever it will be, whenever it will come, I hope I'll be ready to face that situation and know how to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really in&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the other half cuma tak pandai nak buktikan. Some people pula good at it. I don't really know which I would prefer. Cuma yang aku tahu, aku suka bila dia beri &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more attention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; towards me and do those &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet little sweet stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; flatter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me. Semua tu nampak &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi its just another way of showing people that you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how much you&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; appreciate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their existence in your life and how much you&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them.&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/5809980755571334422-8482783441831133850?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8482783441831133850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8482783441831133850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8482783441831133850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8482783441831133850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-love-show.html' title='Let love show'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-6301074201991805815</id><published>2009-02-04T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:23:06.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Hate Meds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tekak aku macam penuh dengan rasa all those meds that the doctor gave me. I wished I could just throw it all out. Unfortunately my mom lebih &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bijak&lt;/span&gt; so she waited until I &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;swallowed&lt;/span&gt; everything down baru dia buat other stuff. I actually have absolutely no problem going to see the doctor for the medical check up and stuff. But I only hate the part where they provided me with tons of meds yang aku perlu makan with my mom supervision. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate meds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That's the fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But since aku fikir I have a vacation to attend to this Friday, nak or tak I have to get my health back or else the vacation will turn up into some&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; doom&lt;/span&gt; days. So I forced myself to take those meds and yeah, it feels much better now. &lt;strong&gt;Thank God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-6301074201991805815?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/6301074201991805815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=6301074201991805815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6301074201991805815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6301074201991805815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/hate-meds.html' title='Hate Meds'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7304666701181417510</id><published>2009-02-03T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:54:43.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Suddenly blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SYgCkLCT3vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/sikYyjW4ymU/s1600-h/ddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298487782062415602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SYgCkLCT3vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/sikYyjW4ymU/s320/ddd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ingat&lt;/span&gt; exactly what happened. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Semalam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;demam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;panas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pergi&lt;/span&gt; clinic to get some meds. Early this morning, around 2 am plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; breathing. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;respon&lt;/span&gt;. He slept already. I don't know how it happened and suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bangun&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bangun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; Hospital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ampang&lt;/span&gt;. I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fainted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing big actually. The doctor said it was of my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; low blood pressure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eating disorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Funny, this was like the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pengsan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;. But it scares me a little bit too. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Takut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if things get any serious, how am I suppose to go for a vacation this Friday. My mum, as usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;berhenti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nangis&lt;/span&gt;. No worries. Everything fine. Aku just kena makan banyak and ikut time and also eat a lots of fish, kerang and mutton (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;euwwhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7304666701181417510?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7304666701181417510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7304666701181417510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7304666701181417510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7304666701181417510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/suddenly-blackout.html' title='Suddenly blackout'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SYgCkLCT3vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/sikYyjW4ymU/s72-c/ddd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4075770742478901660</id><published>2009-02-02T03:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:51:33.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><title type='text'>Aku Ingin Engkau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SYX6KKnjiaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IN1cOvxex5g/s1600-h/hehehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297915589227153826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SYX6KKnjiaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IN1cOvxex5g/s400/hehehe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks BB. Nyaman juak lagu ktk merik k kmk. Kmk suka glak2. Hehe.&lt;strong&gt; 143 U!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5809980755571334422-4075770742478901660?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4075770742478901660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4075770742478901660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4075770742478901660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4075770742478901660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/aku-ingin-engkau.html' title='Aku Ingin Engkau'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SYX6KKnjiaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IN1cOvxex5g/s72-c/hehehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5630696710675419762</id><published>2009-02-01T03:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:12:27.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><title type='text'>A dream to follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, everything went perfectly &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up quite late (as usual) and spent the whole afternoon entertained my nephew and niece. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pening&lt;/span&gt; nak layan kerenah both of them since mereka dah able to speak and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melawan cakap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But it was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; playing the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ucu'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;role to both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, me and few friends hanged-out at 1 of the mamak in Ampang. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Borak-borak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gelak-gelak&lt;/span&gt;. Those were the usual stuff we've been doing almost everyday. Nevertheless, aku masih ada time texting with my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since he had a very tough day just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi was the last day of work for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;. Esok he'll be&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; leaving&lt;/span&gt; to continue his study. I feel so &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of him right now. You know, &lt;strong&gt;achieving what he really wanted&lt;/strong&gt;. I wish I could further my study. But maybe this isn't the good time to do so. &lt;strong&gt;Not just yet&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, aku rasa&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sedih&lt;/span&gt; when he told me that dia macam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;berat hati&lt;/span&gt; nak tinggalkan his previous job tu since macam-macam &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; ada while working kat situ. But to make a start on a &lt;strong&gt;new life&lt;/strong&gt;, I guess you should &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; those things to follow your dreams. Besides, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; will always remain no matter where you are and what you'll be doing next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, I really wish him&lt;strong&gt; best of luck&lt;/strong&gt; doing what he wants. At first rasa&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; takut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unsecured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; juga for some reasons. But as a lover to him, I really want him to do what he aimed for and do his very&lt;strong&gt; best&lt;/strong&gt;. Aku sentiasa di sini to give him my full support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5630696710675419762?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5630696710675419762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5630696710675419762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5630696710675419762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5630696710675419762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-to-follow.html' title='A dream to follow'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3725906628399985306</id><published>2009-01-31T01:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:02:33.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>One step closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [name] , will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; r u sure? kalau i say 'i do' then u dah terikat n xleh nk tarik balik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yap. i'm serious. do u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yes! of course i do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3725906628399985306?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3725906628399985306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3725906628399985306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3725906628399985306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3725906628399985306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-step-closer.html' title='One step closer'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8686398198530263225</id><published>2009-01-30T23:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:08:45.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Let the past fade away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kesian aku dengan &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;. He have gone through a lot. Just like me too. Cuma the stories were different. And today, aku chatted with someone and got all the stories on behalf of him. Masa aku baru dengar all the facts that he told me, aku rasa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sedih&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sangat.&lt;strong&gt; I cried&lt;/strong&gt;. Aku rasa as if aku &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dipermainkan&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terpedaya &lt;/span&gt;dengan those sweet stuff that he told me. I seriously&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cried&lt;/span&gt; and rasa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a few minutes aku jadi macam&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Rasa nak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;marah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and totally &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of mood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I pray. I sat quietly at the favorite corner in my room doing my doodling. Sambil tu aku berfikir about all this. A part of me said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just escape while you still can&lt;/span&gt;. But a stronger half of me said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stay and let him prove it to you&lt;/span&gt;. I guess it was true after all. Apa yang peting, &lt;strong&gt;those things happened in the past was past&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So am I about my past. I believe as a human and as a lover to him, I should give him a chance to prove when he said he wanted to change and &lt;strong&gt;buka buku baru&lt;/strong&gt;. Aku pegang pada kata-kata. Terpulang pada dia nak buktikan sebab those &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;promises &lt;/span&gt;itu bukan sekadar kata-kata. Sebab promises la boleh buat hidup manusia ni &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;senang&lt;/span&gt; atau &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sengsara&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;That's for sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bila semua ni happened, I started to realised that aku ada juga &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;positiveness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dalam diri. Before this, I kept telling myself yang aku terlalu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt;. Aku selalu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt; and tak percaya pada orang yang aku sayang. But this time, bukan nak brag, tapi aku faced through all these dengan penuh &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kesabaran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku yakin manusia boleh berubah when it comes to the right person. As for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;, aku harap I am that person yang boleh go through those change dalam life dia. Even aku sendiri masih banyak perlu berubah. Dan dia pun banyak buat aku berubah for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hard for me to feel that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointment &lt;/span&gt;anymore sebab whatever happened to him in the past buat aku rasa lebih &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pada dia and betul-betul &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about him. I don't care whatever shits will come along and try to crush us off. But with &lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; tolarance&lt;/strong&gt;, I am sure we can manage to work things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the whole world knows; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes aku sayang &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB &lt;/span&gt;aku with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8686398198530263225?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8686398198530263225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8686398198530263225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8686398198530263225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8686398198530263225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-past-fade-away.html' title='Let the past fade away'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7361325109691875456</id><published>2009-01-30T03:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T03:42:34.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penat'/><title type='text'>PENAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Penat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku penat la dengan semua ni.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa aku je kena fikir?&lt;br /&gt;Or aku sendiri yang complicated kan pemikiran aku sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku betul-betul dah &lt;strong&gt;penat&lt;/strong&gt;, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Aku risau, tapi sebenarnya nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedih, tapi he can only say&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'sorry'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba faham situasi.&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba faham apa yang dia nak.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dia faham situasi aku?&lt;br /&gt;Dia faham apa yang aku nak?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, aku &lt;strong&gt;penat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aku sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku betul-betul &lt;strong&gt;penat&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; lost&lt;/span&gt; and tak tahu apa lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Apasal semua bende ni jadi all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nak uji &lt;strong&gt;kesabaran &lt;/strong&gt;aku ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or sememangnya aku tak layak nak miliki apa yang aku ada sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Apa dah jadi dengan semua ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please hentikan and buat keputusan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pastikan tak ada siapa yang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kecewa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yang pasti kita semua nak&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; dengan orang yang aku sayang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7361325109691875456?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7361325109691875456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7361325109691875456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7361325109691875456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7361325109691875456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/penat.html' title='PENAT!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-6518243552171585966</id><published>2009-01-29T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:01:48.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><title type='text'>I will face and deal shitty stuff on my own. Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing after another. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pelik&lt;/span&gt; aku dengan these people. What exactly does they want from me? To &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? The other day, it was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;'s ex. And today another ex came to warned me about him. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? Why can't they just lay off? Aku dah penat dengan those people yang datang trying to make friends and cuba nak warned aku pasal dia. &lt;strong&gt;Apa yang berlaku in the past, were past.&lt;/strong&gt; And now its a brand new day. Whatever shits yang akan datang let me and my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; solve it with our own ways. People do make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt; you know. You can't always expect them to be&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; perfect&lt;/span&gt;. So do I and my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;. So thanks for the warning, but I would rather face the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shitty stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my own rather then just keep believing on something that I wasn't really know how far the truth is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;argued&lt;/span&gt;. And semua&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; hopes&lt;/span&gt; yang datang terpaksa di re-arrange balik since what we've planned doesn't work that way anymore. Aku cuba untuk berfikir &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rasionally&lt;/span&gt; and we have made our &lt;strong&gt;promises&lt;/strong&gt;. Tak tahu la what kind of promises it would be. But I hope it will be those promises that I can hang on to it. I don't know what should I do anymore. I need time to think and this upcoming &lt;strong&gt;Langkawi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vaccay&lt;/em&gt; is really something I am looking forward to so I can have some time to clear up my mind. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I believed things happened for its reasons. Apa pun reasons dia, I'll find out sooner or later. I don't care how the world see me or &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;. As long as I have &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, nothing will go wrong. Even if something might go wrong 1 day, I do hope we'll find a way to make it up to it.&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/5809980755571334422-6518243552171585966?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/6518243552171585966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=6518243552171585966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6518243552171585966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6518243552171585966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-face-and-deal-shitty-stuff-on-my.html' title='I will face and deal shitty stuff on my own. Thanks!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1532237418919349236</id><published>2009-01-27T04:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:29:30.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><title type='text'>Sorry that I have to move on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kenapa mesti &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blamed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aku for all of these to happened. Yea, cakap as if you don't blame me when you said things yang clearly stated that I was the one who &lt;strong&gt;broke the promises&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe what I've been doing right now is unfair to you. But I didn't do such a thing when we were together. You've made it clear that we've done.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tawar hati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tak nak beri peluang&lt;/span&gt;. Even how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; I am at that very moment, I couldn't say much about it. It takes 2 of us to work things out. Tapi you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;refused &lt;/span&gt;for some reasons yang sebenarnya boleh diperbaiki if you really want. &lt;strong&gt;I am not ego&lt;/strong&gt;. And I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the whole situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, it would be too late rite? Since you've said that you dah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tawar hati&lt;/span&gt;. What can I do about it? Nothing when you sendiri&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; tak nak&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tak berani&lt;/span&gt; nak work things out. So&lt;strong&gt; I am sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. Was it my fault to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;move on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; secepat ini? What I've said before bukan sweet-talks.&lt;strong&gt; I do mean it.&lt;/strong&gt; But masa tak menyebelahi kita to prove everything we've said. Again,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I am sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes. I am seeing someone right now. I hope you really mean when you said you'll be&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me. Because I don't put any&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; revenge&lt;/span&gt; towards whatever had happened between us. You might said that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what goes around will always comes around&lt;/span&gt;. I do believe in karma. But in this case, we both letting each other go in a &lt;strong&gt;good way&lt;/strong&gt;. Doesn't matter who move on first because we are no longer together. &lt;strong&gt;So please don't blame me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things happened for its reasons. Obviously apa yang dah jadi will make you and I a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stronger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;person. &lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned&lt;/strong&gt;. I would be&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; to see you happy too. So please be happy for me. I might seemed like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt; to you. But I do no I am not. I have to move on because I wanted to. There is no point of keep looking back realizing nothing ever going to happen again. So, &lt;strong&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-1532237418919349236?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1532237418919349236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1532237418919349236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1532237418919349236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1532237418919349236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-that-i-have-to-move-on.html' title='Sorry that I have to move on.'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2716281212113424519</id><published>2009-01-26T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:54:50.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><title type='text'>My time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; day. Yes, its Chinese New Year, the year of the golden ox or so they say. But for me, just another boring day. Its hot outside and inside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tahu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kenapa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moody &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early today, another friend request from someone and he also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;poped&lt;/span&gt;-out from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; window. Guess who? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt;, he was &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt;. What a co-incident? Well, I am 100% sure it wasn't. We chatted a bit and suddenly; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;elok&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;elok&lt;/span&gt; tau". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was that? How does it feels when one of your boyfriend's/ girlfriend's ex asked you to take care of your own boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know for them it wasn't really a big deal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cuma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;terfikir&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fikir&lt;/span&gt;, what's up with that? As if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tahu&lt;/span&gt; how to handle my own boyfriend. He is mine now so whatever &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;times does not really concern those people who already&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; left&lt;/span&gt; him or even me. Yea, yea. Trying to make conversation by asking me to take care of him doesn't really necessary. What are you trying to prove? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tunjuk&lt;/span&gt; yang; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;owh&lt;/span&gt; you guys dated before and its not working out so be careful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because of that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unwanted &lt;/span&gt;conversation, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moody&lt;/span&gt;. And yes, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mangsa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;pula&lt;/span&gt;. I am so sorry. It wasn't supposed to be that way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Cuma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clueless&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;terfikir&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fikir&lt;/span&gt; what is actually going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't really that mad you know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Cuma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; shocked&lt;/span&gt; with what he said to me. I know my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I'll do my best to take care of him &lt;/strong&gt;just like he cares about me. What ever happened or will happen between us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;adalah&lt;/span&gt; our own thing. So no worries. So far so good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;mungkin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;faham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;tujuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; is to be nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Tapi&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't know he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;BB's&lt;/span&gt; ex until he is the one who told me. Can he just left without me knowing it? Or I do have to know yang he is still around and now friends with&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; BB&lt;/span&gt;. How does that make me feel? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Unsecured&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know past was past. So just leave those past behind and please do not enter what's now and in the future. You got the chance once and you blew it off. So that's it. Its my time now. And let it be how it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-2716281212113424519?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2716281212113424519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2716281212113424519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2716281212113424519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2716281212113424519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-time.html' title='My time'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7637199363623492968</id><published>2009-01-26T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:53:01.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; isn't about becoming somebody else's &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's about finding &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; who helps you become &lt;strong&gt;the best person&lt;/strong&gt; you can be"&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/5809980755571334422-7637199363623492968?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7637199363623492968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7637199363623492968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7637199363623492968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7637199363623492968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled_26.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7026531946523492240</id><published>2009-01-25T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:19:19.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Precious Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When all the star gazes bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And throw their stars around the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was waiting for the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you to love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When all the elements conspire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With shiny things that catch the eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was waiting for the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you to love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Precious precious thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the thought that makes me sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna leave all my possessions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a rare and precious precious thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7026531946523492240?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7026531946523492240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7026531946523492240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7026531946523492240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7026531946523492240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/precious-thing.html' title='Precious Thing'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3754390686742311643</id><published>2009-01-24T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:10:24.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Paranoid + Problem of Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; to build a&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; relationship&lt;/span&gt;. But to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pertahankan&lt;/span&gt; that relationship is whole another different story. Nak kata I am good at it, obviously&lt;strong&gt; I am not&lt;/strong&gt;. From my observations, tengok those sweet couples buat aku rasa&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; jealous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why am I not like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Susah nak jadi &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But I thought I could have a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;prefect feelings&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Tapi tak juga&lt;/strong&gt;. Lots of things yang aku still lack of. Bila in a relationship, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt; is boosting and aku ada masalah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mempercayakan&lt;/span&gt; orang. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kenapa nak takut when you know he's all mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, we are living in the world yang full of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt;. Macam-macam boleh jadi if we are not aware of it. Aku bukan nak kata aku terlalu &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loyal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;But I am that person yang count on honesty and loyalty.&lt;/strong&gt; Those 2 main things to work on a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; good relationship&lt;/span&gt;. So that's why aku cuba untuk reduce all those possibilities yang boleh buat aku turn my heads off my love one. Tak susah. And most importantly, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;self-control&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know the limits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi manusia nowadays dah susah nak off the limits. People are more into making themselves more &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; eventhough they are not. Sebab tu ramai yang menyalah gunakan MySpace, Friendster, Facebook, etc. to open up more options. I am not anti with those people connector's websites ( I do owned MySpace and Facebook account). After all it have done a good job by connecting people and also to break people apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paranoid.&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/5809980755571334422-3754390686742311643?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3754390686742311643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3754390686742311643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3754390686742311643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3754390686742311643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/paranoid-problem-of-trust.html' title='Paranoid + Problem of Trust'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7140276813827868036</id><published>2009-01-23T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:09:35.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Party to Attend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXmXSoyamVI/AAAAAAAAAag/B96nqZpL3H4/s1600-h/treehater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294429183393044818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXmXSoyamVI/AAAAAAAAAag/B96nqZpL3H4/s400/treehater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: I am not a tree hater by the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7140276813827868036?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7140276813827868036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7140276813827868036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7140276813827868036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7140276813827868036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/party-to-attend.html' title='Party to Attend'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXmXSoyamVI/AAAAAAAAAag/B96nqZpL3H4/s72-c/treehater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-569572355746255996</id><published>2009-01-22T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:48:59.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>It still a Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why was it so&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hard&lt;/span&gt; to make people understand? Although aku dah try to explain in so many ways and so many words. Its either dia &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak faham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak nak faham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Susah sangat ke nak terima apa orang cakap? What we saw tak semestinya sama with what we thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! But it was my fault too. My fault for still having this &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; although I've tried to get rid of it. I've&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; failed&lt;/span&gt;. And when I think I found someone new, it wasn't the same. What I mean is the feelings. It were all different. Was it&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; infatuation&lt;/span&gt;? It was definitely an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;infatuation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;It will always be about him&lt;/strong&gt;. Like no one else ever can come close. They've tried. I've tried. At the end of it. It failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebab &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt;, a heart had been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt;. Sebab nak pertahankan his own believed, he left. Sebab perasaan, I am still here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I waiting? Or I just can't get over it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-569572355746255996?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/569572355746255996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=569572355746255996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/569572355746255996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/569572355746255996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-still-goodbye.html' title='It still a Goodbye'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2609460816476000850</id><published>2009-01-21T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:33:05.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll come back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please come back...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-2609460816476000850?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2609460816476000850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2609460816476000850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2609460816476000850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2609460816476000850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1253516684003759707</id><published>2009-01-19T01:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:02:09.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged:15 Personal Sexiest Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got tagged and here goes my top 10 &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexiest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292725648297748098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXOJ72Bi5oI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Y4LiOOncmyE/s200/2130272207_ddde23930c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15-&lt;/span&gt; MARIO MAURER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292722524094405634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXOHF_dbHAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3ivjZil2xPg/s200/3108954151_97f4cca227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292713504474139458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN-4-wYC0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/EHHMFWetlo8/s200/2459688983_0f368f2f8f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 13-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BRENDON URIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292714228778334674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN_jI_8-dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Bqe0pVhFDQI/s200/jrm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12-&lt;/span&gt; JONATHAN RHYS MEYERS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292713491561379058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN-4Opu9PI/AAAAAAAAAYE/L8daS8AGe04/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11-&lt;/span&gt; ED WESTWICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292713494371994594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN-4ZH1i-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/rf-zQrFrYA8/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10-&lt;/span&gt; ROBERT PATTINSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292715108316661922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXOAWViOyKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Hntt67ZBStc/s200/MILLA+JOVOVICH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9-&lt;/span&gt; MILLA JOVOVICH&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292715099308326498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXOAVz-efmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k1mrNAuhh6k/s200/JULIA+STILES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8-&lt;/span&gt; JULIA STILES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292714214994098578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN_iVpiOZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RdhNQkBhPAM/s200/DITA+VON+TEESE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7-&lt;/span&gt; DITA VON TEESE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292714229261238194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN_jKzFf7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/78-k2M0WUC8/s200/joshhartnett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6-&lt;/span&gt; JOSH HARTNETT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292714222891604578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN_izEcmmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MFZX7wW9YOo/s200/gwen_stefani_sweetest_2_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5-&lt;/span&gt; GWEN STEFANI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292715110667172946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXOAWeSovFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uPRxiQ9m2tI/s200/KAT+VON+D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt; KAT VON D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292713495238377714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN-4cWZgPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kcM091bCrck/s200/214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt; BRIAN MOLKO of PLACEBO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292714213631080402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN_iQkkN9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/VZS2o03K-Os/s200/alexa+chung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ALEXA CHUNG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292713492496980578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXN-4SIzGmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UCRpgkZTrdc/s200/1352863680_4736b5fe6d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BRANDON BOYD of INCUBUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-1253516684003759707?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1253516684003759707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1253516684003759707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1253516684003759707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1253516684003759707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged15-personal-sexiest-person.html' title='Tagged:15 Personal Sexiest Person'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXOJ72Bi5oI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Y4LiOOncmyE/s72-c/2130272207_ddde23930c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-725412755400135413</id><published>2009-01-17T04:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:20:30.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Party to Attend: UOX Electric Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXDsCafeHXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sAtPdZ6Zj7A/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291989088375545202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXDsCafeHXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sAtPdZ6Zj7A/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXDrvmJ6DOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZzvGGKcSV4o/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-725412755400135413?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/725412755400135413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=725412755400135413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/725412755400135413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/725412755400135413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/party-to-attend-uox-electric-nite.html' title='Party to Attend: UOX Electric Nite'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SXDsCafeHXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sAtPdZ6Zj7A/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2854656821974354327</id><published>2009-01-16T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:56:25.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken hearted'/><title type='text'>Depressing tracks, I had enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: Try to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; the right emotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku baru noticed that, the playlist on my mp3 recently banyak lagu evolving about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;broken-hearted&lt;/span&gt; stuff. Its either the lyrics yang bagus or the music yang sangat &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt; yang caught my intention to keep repeating it each and every night before I went to sleep. Aku fikir, by choosing the slow beat songs will helped me to sleep. But kenapa semua pasal &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loosing&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patheticness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Or is it because most of the slow songs memang pasal that particular issue so I can't really escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up suddenly and the &lt;strong&gt;Broken-hearted&lt;/strong&gt; song by Brandy was playing on my mp3. I switched it off and switched on the radio. The current track on air was &lt;strong&gt;Broken-hearted Girl&lt;/strong&gt; song by Beyonce. I changed the radio station, still lagu-lagu yang sedih-sedih yang keluar. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's with the world today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just felt that I had enough of those&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sympathetic&lt;/span&gt; songs but I just can't get out of it. It seems like the whole world full of people who have very sad love story of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sudah la tu. So tonight, I've decided to sleep without any of those type of songs. Aku inserted all those catchy, upbeat and&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; songs on my mp3. Hopefully this would be another good&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; therapy&lt;/span&gt; go get rid of my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;personal depression&lt;/span&gt; and will straighten up my emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-2854656821974354327?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2854656821974354327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2854656821974354327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2854656821974354327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2854656821974354327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/depressing-tracks-i-had-enough.html' title='Depressing tracks, I had enough!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2343180851840483856</id><published>2009-01-15T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:38:36.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless Planned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Takde mood&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Usually bila ada kind of&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; big event&lt;/span&gt; macam ni I'll plan on what to wear a week early so I won't &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kelam-kabut&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the day. So, for this upcoming event (this Saturday) aku dah planned my outfit. There was this pants yang aku dah lama tak pakai and jarang sangat nak pakai. So, since aku rasa nak make it something different, aku pun pergi la to the nearest tailor untuk alter my pants. So yesterday, the pants have been altered. Aku pun pergi ambil and rasa tak sabar nak see how it goes with my other outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila dah cuba, suddenly a rush blood macam jatuh from head to toe until aku rasa nak faint at that very moment. Seluar yang aku altered tadi tak muat ok? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I am not getting any inch fat or what so ever. Seluar tu dah jadi terlalu kecil that I have to shrink myself to fit into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I am so out of mood. Aku dah macam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hopeless &lt;/span&gt;of not knowing what to wear. The only thing yang go with the planned is my new shoe. The rest semua kena start back on scratch and to plan everything between this 2 days or I'll end up wearing those boring outfit. &lt;strong&gt;Bummer&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-2343180851840483856?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2343180851840483856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2343180851840483856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2343180851840483856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2343180851840483856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/hopeless-planned.html' title='Hopeless Planned'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1424590754907193326</id><published>2009-01-10T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:21:18.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Newly FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with a little bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cheekiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; license &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;, I've been my mom's driver and took her anywhere she wanted to go with my little &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Other then that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;curi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;curi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;masa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; spent some times hanging out with my friends. This week were quite &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just got back from &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;. Someone who? Well, someone yang I actually &lt;strong&gt;love to hang out&lt;/strong&gt; with. Someone yang very &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;outspoken&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; talkative&lt;/span&gt;, with really &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;good and acceptable sense of humor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gelak&lt;/span&gt; since the 3rd minute until just now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;terfikir&lt;/span&gt;, how &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be a person like him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; those&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; self-confidence&lt;/span&gt; in every conversation he made which I kind of lack of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; observed his personality since day 1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Susah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; trapped him to gain any &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;negative attitude&lt;/span&gt; about him. I am not saying he is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. But he could be considered as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in a positive way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush on him?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I don't think so. To me, he is more then a&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; good friend&lt;/span&gt; or a shoulder to cry on rather then going into all those crush line. I've drew the line and that's it. Plus, this year I have made a promise to myself that I am not going to be easily &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;push-over&lt;/span&gt;. I have to stick my mind into something, make the decision for myself and just &lt;strong&gt;live with it&lt;/strong&gt;. So, the bottom line is, we are going to be&lt;strong&gt; friends for real&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-1424590754907193326?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1424590754907193326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1424590754907193326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1424590754907193326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1424590754907193326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/newly-friend.html' title='Newly FRIEND'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5090441779154605060</id><published>2009-01-02T12:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:30:05.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>1 Check on brand new 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mode: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sangat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; thing to start a new year with. Finally, after few years of driving without a license with 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saman&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; settled and today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; owned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lesen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;memandu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kereta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;menunggang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;motorsikal&lt;/span&gt; (as if). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yeay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I am this close to get a new car. But that was another different story. Yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;penting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; I am so happy knowing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;perlu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;takut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for road-blocks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; drive. So, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;1 check&lt;/span&gt; on the checklist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other then that, everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;semua&lt;/span&gt; seems in a&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mode. What I am hunting now is a new job with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;good environment&lt;/span&gt;. Wish me luck on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt;, and this year new year celebration &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;havoc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' mane pun. Just chill with few friends at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Barsonic&lt;/span&gt; and then headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;CapsSquare&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Lepas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;minum&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;minum&lt;/span&gt; at one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Bintang&lt;/span&gt;. That's just about it. Quite&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;bosan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but it was okay. Most importantly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;apa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; personally stated on the checklist this year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;cuba&lt;/span&gt; with all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt; to make it come true. Nothing is impossible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? Just do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy new year you guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5090441779154605060?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5090441779154605060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5090441779154605060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5090441779154605060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5090441779154605060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-check-on-brand-new-2009.html' title='1 Check on brand new 2009'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-6737142924161905766</id><published>2008-12-26T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:47:10.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Decemberian</title><content type='html'>4 of my closest best girls celebrating their birthday on December. So here are my wishes to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284093454182954786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SVTfABCKtyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/H0NqkJnf6LI/s200/irma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s 23rd on the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284093459613910674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SVTfAVRAhpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/R4jnuVw-exM/s200/fina2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s 23rd on the 21st&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284093463706681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SVTfAkgzQmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sfpBW1Je2qU/s200/l_7c44dbb7ccd1a418584d9828e3fa5b62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284093470974762802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SVTfA_lpXzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FCcPRQytP8c/s200/fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farrina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; on the 31st&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happy Birthday. May God bless and all the wishes come true."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-6737142924161905766?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/6737142924161905766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=6737142924161905766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6737142924161905766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/6737142924161905766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-decemberian.html' title='Happy Birthday Decemberian'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SVTfABCKtyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/H0NqkJnf6LI/s72-c/irma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3740424371836210091</id><published>2008-12-23T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:07:49.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Someone's Watching Over Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SVEMc9fI-DI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MauH_7XXMYo/s1600-h/meeyes.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283017529563346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SVEMc9fI-DI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MauH_7XXMYo/s400/meeyes.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found myself today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found myself and ran away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something pulled me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voice of reason I forgot I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I know is you're not here to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you always used to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's written in the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I won't give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No I won't break down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seen that ray of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's shining on my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shining all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I wont be afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To follow everywhere it's taking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I know is yesterday is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And right now I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To this moment to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't matter what people say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it doesn't matter how long it takes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe in yourself and you're fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it only matters how true you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be true to yourself and follow your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3740424371836210091?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3740424371836210091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3740424371836210091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3740424371836210091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3740424371836210091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/12/someones-watching-over-me.html' title='Someone&apos;s Watching Over Me'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SVEMc9fI-DI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MauH_7XXMYo/s72-c/meeyes.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-9147059153850626923</id><published>2008-12-18T02:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:57:14.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Breathing on a safer place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mode: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kadang-kadang, aku terasa dunia ni macam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sempit&lt;/span&gt; sangat which makes it harder for me to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt;. I've tried so hard to climb up to a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;safer&lt;/span&gt; place tapi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt;. Even sometimes aku pernah salahkan pada takdir or keadaan. But I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. World doesn't made me. I choosed to be this way. I even tried to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;, but I can't. I want to breath easily like most of the people. Aku tak mahu stuck like this forever. I know I have something to live up to. So please guide me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-9147059153850626923?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/9147059153850626923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=9147059153850626923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/9147059153850626923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/9147059153850626923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/12/breathing-on-safer-place.html' title='Breathing on a safer place'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-1435076883468650814</id><published>2008-12-17T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:53:56.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged: MY LUCKY FOUR FACTS</title><content type='html'>Got &lt;strong&gt;tagged&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href="http://fa-scinating.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fa-Scinating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I had in my life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sales assistant at few brands.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Programme Volunteer at one of the science exhibition center.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Graphic designer at one of the local publishing company.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Administrative Exec. at some financial company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies/TV series I would watch over and over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  FRIENDS (my no.1 favorite)&lt;br /&gt;2.  10 Things I Hate About You (I just love to keep on watching it)&lt;br /&gt;3.  One Tree Hill (old seasons on DVD + the new season on the telly)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cruel Intentions (major turn on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I’ve been for the past one week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Phuture at Zouk for a party&lt;br /&gt;2.  Food Republic at Pavillion for lunch&lt;br /&gt;3.  Barsonic at Zouk for a party&lt;br /&gt;4.  The LookOut for a date (funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favorite food:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My mom's cook (of course)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lia's sambal&lt;br /&gt;3.  Wantan Mee&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cacun, Mexico (my personal paradise)&lt;br /&gt;2.  New York, California (where I should start my new life at)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Florence, Italy (romantic + art love people..art love..)&lt;br /&gt;4.  own room (memories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the other 4 person I want to tagged are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chawansakit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Suxx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ftotheworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reezweee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Tulis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkidungu-kebunmimpi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms Kebun Mimpi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-1435076883468650814?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/1435076883468650814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=1435076883468650814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1435076883468650814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/1435076883468650814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-my-lucky-four-facts.html' title='Tagged: MY LUCKY FOUR FACTS'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5493179939447806508</id><published>2008-12-16T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:44:25.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonvu'/><title type='text'>I fell in LOVE with a dj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nervous &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As normal as it may sound, I spent almost the whole day &lt;em&gt;google'ing&lt;/em&gt; on this really&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; massive&lt;/span&gt; local dj who I fell in love with. The funny part was, I don't even know what exactly I am looking for. Music interest or personal interest? Hahaha. I am now acting freaky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is a link to a cool short video of him while he was doing something he actually good at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmbDcCv1Bec"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmbDcCv1Bec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5493179939447806508?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5493179939447806508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5493179939447806508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5493179939447806508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5493179939447806508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-fell-in-love-with-dj.html' title='I fell in LOVE with a dj'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4390178344156998697</id><published>2008-12-15T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:09:04.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; comes to those who still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; although they've been&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to those who still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; although they've been&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;betrayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to those who still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;need love&lt;/span&gt; although they've been &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;before, and to those who have the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; to built &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4390178344156998697?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4390178344156998697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4390178344156998697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4390178344156998697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4390178344156998697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8112019320274039138</id><published>2008-12-09T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:13:03.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Less-On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loosing game&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow I am still &lt;strong&gt;not giving up&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? Maybe I was meant to be&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; alone&lt;/span&gt; in the future, but at least let me have those &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sweet memories&lt;/span&gt; to grow old with now while I still can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Getting over&lt;/span&gt; a feelings you've built wasn't really easy. But what makes it easier is when something bad happen or things that make us &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;turn off&lt;/span&gt; towards it. It might be a waste. But &lt;strong&gt;I don't regret it&lt;/strong&gt;. I still do have those sweet moments to be remembered. It wasn't all bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the best part in having a relationship is when you &lt;strong&gt;getting to know&lt;/strong&gt; your other half. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arguments&lt;/span&gt; just spice it up a little bit and you'll learn from it. I love to observe human behavior from the way they talk or how they present themselves. Yes, each and everyone of them were just &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. You might feel there is something special about them but you just can't define it in any word. And that's where it all begins. The greatest moment is when they say the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magic word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you know they really mean it &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing else does matter. How you wish you could stop and be in that situation forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After awhile, when some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unwanted&lt;/span&gt; things just getting on its way, it will make us having those second thoughts about all this. But it depends on how you take it. &lt;strong&gt;It takes 2 person to solve, to understand, to work things out and to make it up to it&lt;/strong&gt;. When 1 hand give up or doesn't even have the courage to fight anymore, the worst part will come along where it decide of letting it go. It sucks, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people says being in a love is another step of getting&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hurt&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I do have to agree to that fact. But what worse is hurting yourself from trying to avoid from having those feelings and keep &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;denying &lt;/span&gt;to yourself about it. All I know is it all worth a try. &lt;strong&gt;Just give yourself a chance and dare to take the risk&lt;/strong&gt;. We get hurt almost everyday without even having a relationship. Rather face something with someone special than going through everything alone. Don't deny, &lt;strong&gt;everyone need someone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for what it worth, we all still choose to be and want to be in love. No doubt, its the best feelings that even&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; money, fortune or looks can't buy&lt;/span&gt;. Its full of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sincerity&lt;/span&gt; that makes all the blues fade away. Love might be a loosing game. But it is fun and memorable playing it when put the effort to stay in the game and make the best out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8112019320274039138?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8112019320274039138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8112019320274039138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8112019320274039138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8112019320274039138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-less-on.html' title='Love Less-On'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5917819098835110715</id><published>2008-12-08T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:05:50.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Taking risk on life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was just about it. I guess I had enough. Semua yang aku dah cuba &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pertahankan&lt;/span&gt; wasn't worth that much as it was before. For once I thought even how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strong ego&lt;/span&gt; that a person can have, I am sure they will have some &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;considerations&lt;/span&gt;. But people with that kind of strength, just isn't that brave enough. &lt;strong&gt;Who are we human living without taking a risk&lt;/strong&gt;? We are living in a risky life in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never for once I thought I am going to give up on this even I've said it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unintentionally &lt;/span&gt;before. But this time I really had enough of this particular one. I am still me somehow. The person who can easily get over things in a blink of an eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku tak marah&lt;/strong&gt;. I was just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; on the fact that people keep blaming everything on me and couldn't even accept any explanations. I knew my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mistakes&lt;/span&gt; and trust me I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;regret &lt;/span&gt;it. But when people just don't even try to understand, then its not my fault anymore. I've did my part. I am so tired of being the only person who keep loosing the ego to save something for what I thought it worth. People took me for granted for that. So from now on, I have to draw the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, life really has to go on. Thanks to them, it make things easier for me to just move on. I've tried so hard to pleased people and they just can't see that, so its fine. I am not loosing anything. Just the fact that I am wasting what I've hardly built before. But no worries, I can stand on my own. In a way, I will still keep looking for those &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt; that might just last quite longer. I've never give on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nor life. I've learned whatever it needs to make me become a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt; person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I am so sorry for everything. And thanks for every single lesson you thought me. We have to go on our own separate ways now. You know what you need to change as it is to me too. Yes we don't always get what we want. Or perhaps what got from what we wanted might not last when we started to loose the interest in it anymore. Hey at least we tried. That's life, people change."&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/5809980755571334422-5917819098835110715?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5917819098835110715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5917819098835110715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5917819098835110715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5917819098835110715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/12/taking-risk-on-life.html' title='Taking risk on life'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3542227059819896539</id><published>2008-11-25T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T04:32:21.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could read people's mind, then I know what steps I could take. I don't want to take a wrong step because I will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; it in the future when those step I might take I just can't take it back. If only they could &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more, I am sure people won't be so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;. All they have to do is to tell me by&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am sure I will understand and won't do any wrong. If only the have more &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am sure they'll find a way to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; my situation. Things should be taken &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rationally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because everything have their own reasons of why. If only people could give me the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I know I won't take it for granted. Who would want to have this kind of bad day. But if patience plus with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trust &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;effort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, those days we will face won't go any worse. Perhaps it could be much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God &lt;/strong&gt;just testing me and I should take it in a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;positive &lt;/span&gt;way. At least I've learned so much about this life. What I hope is those people I&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around me right now just give me some time to make things go right. I really hope they could try to understand me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; give me those support. Because without it, I might be lost.&lt;strong&gt; I need guidance&lt;/strong&gt;. And of course &lt;strong&gt;I need love&lt;/strong&gt;. Without it, I would be nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt; of my past of only they can &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; the brand new me. Just keep holding my hand so I won't fall. I am tired of making &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt; and keep &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loosing &lt;/span&gt;those people I love. So now, I really wish that &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; won't take away what ever that is left for me right now. Because I only have them as a wall to lean on. &lt;strong&gt;As a support to make me stronger&lt;/strong&gt;. I am not asking too much. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please God grant my wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I will make the effort. &lt;strong&gt;Just hold on me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3542227059819896539?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3542227059819896539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3542227059819896539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3542227059819896539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3542227059819896539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4705619839786388645</id><published>2008-11-24T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:10:03.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>LOVE scares me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sometimes buat aku rasa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;takut&lt;/span&gt;. Of what? Banyak reasons yang aku susah nak explain in detail. Being in love scares me from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making a mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang he can't accept it. As a normal human being, aku tak lari from making any of it yang sometimes I don't even realize it. Subjective kan? So far, perhaps dia faham and boleh maafkan whatever small mistakes I've made. For me,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; is important. In a way we have to sort things out even if its a small matter. Orang cakap kalau bende remeh pun kita escape, then nanti from that remeh thing it can turn into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complication&lt;/span&gt;. I agreed to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being in love scares me from&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; trusting&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I don't trust him. Actually&lt;strong&gt; I do trust him&lt;/strong&gt;. But at some point, things were just to good to be true; its like unbelievable. But that doesn't mean that its not true. I just have to let myself believe and we'll make things come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being in love scares me from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loosing&lt;/span&gt;. I've lost a lot before. Well, we always fall and fell in the end. But once we were in a relationship, of course we will try so hard to &lt;strong&gt;make it last longer&lt;/strong&gt;. And that's what I am doing right now. It were all depend on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loyalty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;self control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and most importantly the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; effort&lt;/span&gt;. Without those, things will be hard to work out. We really need a lot of those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I guess being in love is quite scary. But it is still &lt;strong&gt;the best feeling in this world that even money can't buy&lt;/strong&gt;. I love to be in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4705619839786388645?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4705619839786388645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4705619839786388645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4705619839786388645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4705619839786388645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-scares-me.html' title='LOVE scares me'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4241073907692163340</id><published>2008-11-23T00:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:29:29.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life dengan hypocrite people disekeliling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; memang unfair&lt;/strong&gt;. Tapi kita harus deal with it with our own ways. Some people intended to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; us by having those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;negativity&lt;/span&gt; towards us. Tell me why should we care so much? Not being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;, but people can say whatever they want about us. In the end, &lt;strong&gt;we know who we really are&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes people can think of many possible ways to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; and to let us &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;. Tell me why should we bother?  Yes we are not living in this world alone. But those people who try to ruin you are not those who you can consider as your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe its true after all. You can have as many friends as possible. But those you can count on can be count with one hand fingers. Tell me why should we cry for them? Because when you need a hand to hold, most of them just not going to be there. Some of them can just make it even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've learnt a lot in this life lately just like everyone else. So as an advice, just take a good care of those people who &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; you for who you are. Those people who brings out the best in you without looking at those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;negative &lt;/span&gt;side of you. Those who find you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;special &lt;/span&gt;and not counting on things that you lack of. Those who would&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; laugh and cry&lt;/span&gt; for you and willing to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; almost everything with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most importantly, you should&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; appreciate&lt;/span&gt; yourself because you know yourself better than anyone else. Only you can take care of yourself and only you can make the best and the worst out of yourself. &lt;strong&gt;You are the boss of you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crappy&lt;/span&gt; day for me. Aku&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; demam&lt;/span&gt; and helplessly lying in bed all day long. Yesterday morning was a bad day. I overheard people who I thought I can trust but they&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on me by talking bad stuff about me behind my back. I just don't get it. Why now? Especially in time like this. God tested me well enough this time. I've tried not to think about it because I have no choice. I can't do much about it now. But as soon as I have the chance to move on, then I can only say goodbye to them. Those were not the people who you can count on. As I said, from now on, &lt;strong&gt;I'll look after myself by myself and those people who are important enough for me&lt;/strong&gt;. They can shit whatever or how ever they want because soon, there will be&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; no smile&lt;/span&gt; from me for them to hang on. &lt;strong&gt;What goes around will always comes around&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I made &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cried and I felt so&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; guilty&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes bila demam ni, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt; usually ran wild and as an effect, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my love ones&lt;/span&gt; yang jadi mangsa. &lt;strong&gt;I am so sorry and I hope he'll understand&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, being in love tak semestinya kena &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; sentiasa. Sometimes kita kena face this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; situation juga. I hope he'll take it well because in the end we both know we do &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; each other and still holding each other's hands. Itu yang paling penting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4241073907692163340?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4241073907692163340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4241073907692163340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4241073907692163340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4241073907692163340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-dengan-hypocrite-people.html' title='Life dengan hypocrite people disekeliling'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7487066141585776230</id><published>2008-11-22T02:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:32:32.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cinta is about making sacrifices</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sick&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Demam&lt;/span&gt; macam almost get me. Akibat kena hujan yang every evening akan turun dengan lebatnya. Bukan just hujan in terms of weather. Tapi, petang semalam aku and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'hujan'&lt;/span&gt; juga. At first we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;argued&lt;/span&gt; over something we not supposed to. Aku just tried to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cheer &lt;/span&gt;him up and reduce his&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; anger&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi lain yang jadi. But we got over it right after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aku rasa macam a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;brand new person&lt;/span&gt; which is good because in the end, it for my own &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;improvement&lt;/span&gt;. Dengan&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, buat aku rasa sangat &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;diperlukan&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; dihargai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;He brings out the best in me&lt;/strong&gt; yang I should admit that not many people can see. With &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aku rasa &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yakin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;percaya &lt;/span&gt;although usually I always do have problem with trusting people. Dengan apa yang aku hadapi sekarang, everything just nampak &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; bila ada &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; untuk aku.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to think of what is going to happen to me in the near future. How am I suppose to face another day? Aku tak nak menyusahkan sesiapa or ask for anyone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sympathy&lt;/span&gt;. I want to work things out on my own. Tapi aku tak pasti if I can deal with it alone. I know I have &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and he insisted to help me out. But I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scared &lt;/span&gt;without knowing what I am scared of. Aku bukan sombong atau cuba elak daripada terima bantuan dia. Cuma aku rasa belum masanya lagi or aku tak nak di salah ertikan. Yes, cinta perlu &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sacrifices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and cinta perlu &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take and give&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't know. But I really do &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appriciate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apa pun, esok another brand new day yang aku kena face through. Who, why, where, what and how? Aku akan find out once I walk on it. &lt;strong&gt;Alhamdullillah&lt;/strong&gt;, aku masih breathing, ada &lt;strong&gt;Tuhan&lt;/strong&gt; yang sentiasa melindungi aku and ada &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; untuk buat aku senyum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7487066141585776230?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7487066141585776230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7487066141585776230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7487066141585776230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7487066141585776230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/cinta-is-about-making-sacrifices.html' title='Cinta is about making sacrifices'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3765859061686806127</id><published>2008-11-22T01:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:04:16.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged:by Mr. F</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I got&lt;strong&gt; tagged&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.ftotheworld.blogspot.com"&gt;Mr. F&lt;/a&gt;. So here it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;Snap or just sift through the photo gallery and pick 3 pics of yours which u think are sexy.Don't have to be revealing (though some said SEXY IS SKIN),Explain why u think so,Tag 3 friends (who you think is sexy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271168680468540722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SSbz_K597TI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uZmRhiBQtcI/s200/infatuation+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pic 1&lt;/strong&gt;: This photo taken when I just woke up in the morning. Sexy? I don't know. But I do look calm in this pic. Isn't calm is sexy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271168026188686194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SSbzZFhfo3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/etosPoB3-9Q/s200/26042007194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pic 2&lt;/strong&gt;: This is a candid photo. I always prefer my photo to be taken from this angle. Sexy? I still don't know. But I like seeing my feature at this particular photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271168459753761074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SSbzyUrdqTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oGda6qA5u6o/s200/fgsgsggsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pic 3&lt;/strong&gt;: Nothing much to elaborate about this photo. Just a self pic taken on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt; of a mirror. Sexy? Still, I can't really judge it. But I like my half shot body movement in this photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So as you can see, I don't really have those photos that can consider myself as SEXY. For 'tagged' sake, those were the best I can give. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. So my 3 sexy friend who I want to 'tagged' which I might think their sexy are (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drum roll&lt;/span&gt; please!) :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chawansakit.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SUXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovehatelifeangel.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biskutmilo.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRINCESS WARRIOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have fun &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3765859061686806127?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3765859061686806127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3765859061686806127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3765859061686806127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3765859061686806127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/taggedby-mr-f.html' title='Tagged:by Mr. F'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SSbz_K597TI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uZmRhiBQtcI/s72-c/infatuation+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5793865151559867415</id><published>2008-11-20T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:32:54.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Day 2 dengan CINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;yet&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2nd day ada &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Adit&lt;/span&gt; dalam my life. So far not just so &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. But it keeps &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;getting better&lt;/span&gt; and better. He just got back from Jakarta. With all the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tiredness&lt;/span&gt; and all still managed the time untuk talk and talk with me. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Appreciated&lt;/span&gt; sangat. Even how busy or where ever we are, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt; is the main key to a successful relationship&lt;/strong&gt;. Not to say yang relationship aku sekarang fully successful, but I can see it might just getting there this time. Crossing my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Problem &lt;/span&gt;aku masih&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dizzy&lt;/span&gt; dalam kepala. Aku try not to think about it because this wasn't the first time they treated me like that. Besides, it was my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mistake&lt;/span&gt; after all. Maybe they just need more time. Whatever it is, &lt;strong&gt;life has to go on&lt;/strong&gt;. Its just that I really don't know how to start this new life with. Tapi this time, I won't have to go through this alone. I am no longer a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loner&lt;/span&gt;. I have &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; to at least be there to listen and that's what matter the most. Bila rasa so hard to accept masalah yang menimpa ni, aku just keep thinking about &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and I felt&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt;. As if the worst moment I am facing right now just fade away. But newsflash, nothing solve just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esok he'll be leaving me to London for 4 days. I guess I have to get use to this a lot. And I know I can. But hell sure la I am going to miss him. Well, this precious and loving moment yang ada sekarang ni kena la we have to take full use of it. So that if one day something negative will happen, at least ada sweet stuff to think about and can heal those problems we might face in the future. Aku tak kesah apa people might think and judge on me. But I am not afraid to admit that I do love him. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5793865151559867415?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5793865151559867415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5793865151559867415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5793865151559867415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5793865151559867415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-2-dengan-cinta.html' title='Day 2 dengan CINTA'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7534368515363090793</id><published>2008-11-19T03:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:34:37.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>BEWARE: Lovey dovey entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Be warned that this would be a lovey dovey entry. So if you can't deal with it, I think you should better stop reading this now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; of mine just came true. Tonight, our &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 hearts&lt;/span&gt; met and as a result we both ni &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, finally after so many &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; I found someone who have the same &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is officially mine as I am to him. It was funny since we both just know each other for a short period but it wasn't really a big deal to us. Even dalam masa yang singkat, it was full of information about each other its like knowing each other for a long time. Until we both decided that we should be together in a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't really stop&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; smiling&lt;/span&gt; dari ended our conversation tadi until now. Semua sebab &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Life wasn't that bad after all. Cuma kita perlu put the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; right effort&lt;/span&gt; into it. Aku suggest semua orang that they shouldn't give up on&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;. I bet you all understand enough why I said that. Its like being in the greatest moment of our life. It &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; sometimes but it still so&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; sweet&lt;/span&gt; most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apa saja yang dah jadi in past, I should just put in a box and keep it. Aku tak menyesal neither to forget. Its just that I can't see any point of keep looking at the past. I have to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt; and open up a new book for &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my one and only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Itu yang penting. I am so in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and I am not afraid or shy to share it with other people. Why should I even be ashamed for the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sweetest feeling&lt;/span&gt; that happen to me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; that's what I should feel right now. No matter how hard it would be in times, I am sure there is a way to solve it. I don't want to make the wrong impression here. Of course we will never know what is going to happen in the future. But whatever comes, there will be ways to make the best out of it. Crossing my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So love, here I come!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-7534368515363090793?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7534368515363090793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7534368515363090793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7534368515363090793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7534368515363090793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/beware-lovey-dovey-entry.html' title='BEWARE: Lovey dovey entry'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-2199408543115156540</id><published>2008-11-18T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:41:33.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What we want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tak semestinya come true. Just like we human, not always getting what we really want. But I can deal with it. For me, itu semua macam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forces of nature&lt;/span&gt; juga. Who knows that the thing that we really want itu akan kekal that way. Or maybe it will turn up into major&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; turn off&lt;/span&gt; once we get it. We never know for sure right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me, some things are worth fighting for. Yes its true by making an &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt; towards something you want shows that you really put up everything to get it. But it will never be enough. Until at some point rasa macam dah tak berbaloi to fight for something yang I personally unsure and I start questioning if I really want that thing anymore. Was it all worth whatever I have to loose in terms of getting what I really want? Even kadang-kadang, by busy fighting for what we want buat kita loose other opportunity right in front of us. We got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blinded &lt;/span&gt;with perasaan nak go for what we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macam the old folks says, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yang dikejar tak dapat, yang dikendong berciciran"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I learnt from that. What ever opportunity comes right in front of me I will at least &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; it and giving it a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; and see how its going on. We will never know for sure right? Besides, everything in this world have its own &lt;strong&gt;pros and cons&lt;/strong&gt;. So deal with it. Live life to the fullest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-2199408543115156540?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/2199408543115156540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=2199408543115156540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2199408543115156540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/2199408543115156540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-we-want.html' title='What we want?'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-7273438751962351478</id><published>2008-11-12T12:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:37:58.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><title type='text'>Semalam dengan mimpi indah. Please don't wake me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SRpdPmQY8CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qlxjVycP4qI/s1600-h/199736547_008fd8d866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267625236711927842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SRpdPmQY8CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qlxjVycP4qI/s400/199736547_008fd8d866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; di awang-awangan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semalam, rasa macam&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; too imaginary&lt;/span&gt;. Sampai I've said to myself &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if this was jut a dream, then I don't even want to go back to reality!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Rasa macam nak ambil 'life remote control' and push the pause button or repeat track button supaya apa yang jadi yesterday will keep on repeating as it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Semua sebab dia datang at the right time that I really need someone to talk to and someone who could at least be there to listen to all my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; life stories. He is a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;good listener&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;great advisor&lt;/span&gt;. He have been through a lot himself too. The I guess I can always take his advices as a moral support for me to keep on moving. I don't feel like telling what exactly had happened to me lately to a stranger. Not even a close friend of mine knows exactly apa yang terjadi. But I get to know him in a short notice and the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;comfy feeling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;compatibility &lt;/span&gt;makes it all easier for me to just let it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I wonder. Was it really the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; that he is trying to give me? Or was it just a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sympathy&lt;/span&gt;? As he said, he want me to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"spark out and then only kita akan menikmati keindahan tu"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Macam mimpi. But pagi tadi, dia masih wujud so aku pasti this wasn't just a dream. Macam &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;. Tuhan slowly makbulkan doa aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't take this one away from me! I really want to keep this particular one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/5809980755571334422-7273438751962351478?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/7273438751962351478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=7273438751962351478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7273438751962351478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/7273438751962351478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/semalam-dengan-mimi-indah-please-dont.html' title='Semalam dengan mimpi indah. Please don&apos;t wake me up!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SRpdPmQY8CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qlxjVycP4qI/s72-c/199736547_008fd8d866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-9054206086145444024</id><published>2008-11-11T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:34:08.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sceptical'/><title type='text'>Sungguh sceptical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curious&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where were you last night? I called banyak kali. Why didn't you pick up the phone?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Owh, I tidur awal semalam. Sorry"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tidur awal? Since when? You jarang tidur awal before. Ke you keluar pergi mana-mana?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Serious I ngantuk sangat semalam. Lepas dinner terus tidur".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Human were born &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sceptical&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Don't deny it!&lt;/strong&gt; Kadang-kadang even over simple stuff boleh jadi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too sceptical&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Sebab manusia ada masalah untuk &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; other people. Probably because of past experiences. But why choosed to be sceptical sedangkan those stuff were so easy to believe? Was it because you yourself boleh reka cerita tip over even a simple stuff? So you might be afraid that people might be just like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not just being sceptical over a person, but kadang-kadang human are sceptical over things. For me, it would be simple. If you don't trust the product, then don't even bother to buy it. &lt;strong&gt;Easy right?&lt;/strong&gt; Why do you have to buy something yang you sendiri ada keraguan over it. Logically, we'll buy something to&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; satisfy&lt;/span&gt; us, not something to make us wonder even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But mostly, this kind of sceptic people selalunya came from a slight of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paranoia &lt;/span&gt;dalam diri dia yang build up rasa&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ragu-ragu&lt;/span&gt; and selalu question on other people's believe. Being sceptical is not all negative actually. Sometimes kita harus ada perasaan ingin tahu over kebenaran those certain things were. &lt;strong&gt;Especially once we are in a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;. We have to know the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;. But being too sceptical over small tiny winy things are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not necessary&lt;/span&gt;. Do not over do it because it might make others to feel uncomfortable about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-9054206086145444024?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/9054206086145444024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=9054206086145444024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/9054206086145444024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/9054206086145444024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/sungguh-sceptical.html' title='Sungguh sceptical.'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5422369704094420613</id><published>2008-11-06T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:53:25.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Party: DJ Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Party to attend &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SRJ317dDqnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LqifBY_O54k/s1600-h/invite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265402682725870194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SRJ317dDqnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LqifBY_O54k/s400/invite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p/s: You can print this invite to admit for free before 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SRJ3mvy9HWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0dEGBzYfb3c/s1600-h/invite.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5809980755571334422-5422369704094420613?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5422369704094420613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5422369704094420613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5422369704094420613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5422369704094420613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/party-dj-quest.html' title='Party: DJ Quest'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SRJ317dDqnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LqifBY_O54k/s72-c/invite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3125432062313225715</id><published>2008-11-04T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:47:54.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Getting on the track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately ni aku banyak spent most of my free time meeting &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;new people&lt;/span&gt;. And aku admit, yang bukan sekadar kenal saja-saja, but in search of my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;new potential person&lt;/span&gt;. Funny bila aku admit macam tu. But thats the fact, so what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macam-macam jenis orang aku jumpa and spent my time with. There was this &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. AF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who is 30 years old. He was okay bila mula-mula kenal. But after few met up session, he acted quite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt;. So I have to skip him off and decided that we can only be friends. He can't accept it and decided not to contact me anymore. Well, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;suits yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then there was this &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who is 5 years younger then me. He was ok, sangat manja and ada those &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;qualities&lt;/span&gt; I am looking for a person who I want to be with. We spent a lot of time together. We watched movie, dinner, I went to&lt;strong&gt; LQ&lt;/strong&gt; (for the 2nd time) with him and we spent few nights together just getting to know each other. I sort of like him. And he said he already love me. Thats the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hardest&lt;/span&gt; part and might fall for it. But then I found out that he already have someone. But he wanted me too. What was that all about? I am not into those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;open relationship&lt;/span&gt; like that. So we still living things hanging around and I just don't know what to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mr. Stranger&lt;/span&gt; still contact me from time to time. He is a nice guy you'll love to hang out with. He helping me a lot getting through things. But I don't really know for sure apa yang dia inginkan. And I don't even dare to ask him. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let the time will tell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other then those people I've mentioned, aku ada kenal with few people here and there. Trying to keep my option open. Masing-masing ada &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;characteristic&lt;/span&gt; masing-masing yang buat aku&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; turn on&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;turn off&lt;/span&gt;. Biasa la, &lt;strong&gt;human can never be perfect&lt;/strong&gt;. And so do I. I am not being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;choosy&lt;/span&gt;, but I just have to wait and see what's going to happen in the near future.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Can't wait&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the people I have left behind, not that I don't miss them, its just that aku masih mencuba &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;getting rid&lt;/span&gt; of everything yang mungkin akan menyukarkan aku untuk &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;. When the right time comes, aku pasti kita akan cuba jadi kawan to each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life so far slowly getting back on track. Aku cuba ubah mana yang aku mampu and aku dah banyak make an effort towards making my future brighter. &lt;strong&gt;Bila jatuh pasti boleh bangun balik&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Just put some effort&lt;/strong&gt;, rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3125432062313225715?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3125432062313225715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3125432062313225715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3125432062313225715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3125432062313225715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-on-track.html' title='Getting on the track'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5735299536561188809</id><published>2008-11-02T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:40:46.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A blast event I attended last night.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263992576757196338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SQ11W9Xn5jI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N7_Amz6FRDA/s320/n646077245_1489042_2667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5735299536561188809?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5735299536561188809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5735299536561188809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5735299536561188809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5735299536561188809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/11/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otakhLaz7JY/SQ11W9Xn5jI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N7_Amz6FRDA/s72-c/n646077245_1489042_2667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-3642599463287626889</id><published>2008-10-28T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:11:55.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged: 5 Things</title><content type='html'>Okay. Here comes the &lt;strong&gt;TAGGED&lt;/strong&gt; q&amp;amp;a from &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My top 5 favourite food -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- My mom's Lontong&lt;br /&gt;2- Ayam masak merah&lt;br /&gt;3- Lia's sambal bibir tebal&lt;br /&gt;4- Spagetthi Carbonara&lt;br /&gt;5- Wantan Mee @ Hartamas Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I love doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- writing&lt;br /&gt;2- borak-borak&lt;br /&gt;3- fashion update&lt;br /&gt;4- jalan-jalan&lt;br /&gt;5- party with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Types of boys/girls that I adore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- easy-going (most importantly! who can stand a boring person?)&lt;br /&gt;2- romantic (i love sweet surprises..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;3- caring (its very important duhh!)&lt;br /&gt;4- good sense of humor ( i love to laugh at good jokes)&lt;br /&gt;5- good sense of fashion (not necessary, but you'll understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I love doing when I'm happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- writing (I love writing time happy or tak happy)&lt;br /&gt;2- smile a lot (it explain what type of happy I am at that moment)&lt;br /&gt;3- makan&lt;br /&gt;4- beli baju (depends on the $$)&lt;br /&gt;5- drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Ways to win my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- by always being there for me&lt;br /&gt;2- by doing sweet stuff for me (hopeless romantic kan?!..haha)&lt;br /&gt;3- by showing that he cares with being honest and responsible&lt;br /&gt;4- by accepting the way I am and change me only for my improvement&lt;br /&gt;5- by playing guitar/sing for me (hehe..major turn on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My top 5 most favourite junk food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Super Ring&lt;br /&gt;2- Pringles&lt;br /&gt;3- Cheezels&lt;br /&gt;4- Cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;5- Twisties (duhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I wish it could happen soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- new cool job&lt;br /&gt;2- new cool phone&lt;br /&gt;3- new apartment&lt;br /&gt;4- new cool clothes&lt;br /&gt;5- new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Ridiculous things I wish to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- To live in New York&lt;br /&gt;2- To be a decent person&lt;br /&gt;3- To be international magazine's fashion editor&lt;br /&gt;4- To own an international high-street clothing label&lt;br /&gt;5- To be recognize with good deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My top 5 recently most addicted song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Cinta Begini by Tangga&lt;br /&gt;2- That's What You Get by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;3- Bukannya Aku Takut by Mulan Jameela&lt;br /&gt;4- Great DJ by The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;5- Trying Your Luck by The Stroke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-3642599463287626889?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/3642599463287626889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=3642599463287626889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3642599463287626889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/3642599463287626889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-5-things.html' title='Tagged: 5 Things'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-5101160413165795425</id><published>2008-10-24T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:12:11.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><title type='text'>Biarkan drama pergi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Aku dah penat nak layan drama yang terlalu&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; pathetic&lt;/span&gt; for me to go through. Some people dah tahu how to turn me down. By saying something so sad and touching, by giving deep meaning lyrics and all. Yea, I fell for that before. But this time,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I had enough&lt;/span&gt;. Aku dah mula &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;menyampah&lt;/span&gt; dengan so sympathetic lyrics and quotes that people trying to shit on me. I might be a little &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hopeless&lt;/span&gt;, but I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not dumb&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever games they're playing, obviously is not my kind of game. So be my guest, leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pasal &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; aku, I am slowly settling it. Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang very helpful emotionally and also dengan those stuff yang sangat aku hargai. Now I can see a ray of light from a corner and I am sure it will all shine through sooner or later. What would I do without those people who never give up and giving me such a support for me to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks a whole bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-5101160413165795425?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/5101160413165795425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=5101160413165795425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5101160413165795425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/5101160413165795425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/10/biarkan-drama-pergi.html' title='Biarkan drama pergi'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-8189360608314479575</id><published>2008-10-23T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:42:54.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hilang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Dah tak tau macam mana nak cari new track. All I know is I have to start everything on my own. I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; to depend on. Those people dah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hilang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Banyak questions yang timbul sekarang. When, where, why and how to start? Aku hilang clue. I am no longer myself right now. Semua dah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hilang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-8189360608314479575?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/8189360608314479575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=8189360608314479575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8189360608314479575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/8189360608314479575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/10/hilang.html' title='Hilang'/><author><name>Andre R. Nasution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610987300059850600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809980755571334422.post-4167768113971577234</id><published>2008-10-21T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:18:31.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penat'/><title type='text'>Ujian Tuhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ini memang test dari Tuhan.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dugaan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! One thing after another.I just don't know where to start or even how to start. I was hoping&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; someone&lt;/span&gt; could at least be there for me. But unfortunately, tak ada yang faham and in the end, aku yang dipersalahkan. Yea, memang mostly salah aku. Banyak benda yang dah jadi yang aku &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sesalkan&lt;/span&gt;. But I couldn't just take it all back, can I? Aku penat nak explain berulang kali just to make them &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi yang pasti, mereka tetap tak nak faham. I couldn't fight this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt; even how hard I have tried to get rid of it. Easy for people to say, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"jangan fikir sangat"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How could I not because this things yang dah jadi really making a big impact in my life and my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sorry God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dalam pada aku berfikir about all this, ada few times sampai aku terfikir nak end up everything. Aku dah tak jumpa reason for me to keep on going although I've tried so hard to think about it. Nasib baik aku masih fikir Tuhan. Perhaps betul kata orang, semua yang jadi pasti ada hikmah disebaliknya. And as someone yang agak sukar nak percaya on that phrase, aku harap sangat I'll find out the real hikmah soon disebalik whatever shits that had happened to me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809980755571334422-4167768113971577234?l=andrenasution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/feeds/4167768113971577234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809980755571334422&amp;postID=4167768113971577234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4167768113971577234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809980755571334422/posts/default/4167768113971577234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrenasution.blogspot.com/2008/10/ujian-tuhan.html' title='Ujian Tuhan'/><author><name>Andre R. 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