<?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-3146718042206687444</id><updated>2012-01-26T05:07:45.707-08:00</updated><category term='diearies'/><category term='music'/><category term='my own-ism'/><category term='surat-surat'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><title type='text'>I GOT SOMETHING ELSE</title><subtitle type='html'>A BOWL OF EVERYTHING</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-6460236850069550162</id><published>2012-01-26T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:07:45.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACQUIESCENCE</title><content type='html'>20 minutes before you say those words:&lt;br /&gt;talked to my self while looking at your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i love you. i am happy with you. i love you, i am happy with you.&lt;br /&gt;don't ever leave me. i don't know what should i do if you leave me.&lt;br /&gt;please, don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes before you say those words:&lt;br /&gt;(you take a deep sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hmm okay, your deep sigh indicates that you're not happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;but still please, i still wanna be with you.&lt;br /&gt;on this time being, please just lie to me and tell me that you love me. even if it is only a lie, i don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes before you say those words:&lt;br /&gt;(another sigh and empty gaze of yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the name of Father, son, and holy spirit, amen.&lt;br /&gt;Father in heaven, i may be full of doubt, i may not have sincere feeling that you wish i cultivated since that time. Yes, i did see it coming, Father, but i pretended to be blind, i close my eyes and my mind, and i've been wishing that all of this will just go away in any time soon. But i knew, this won't pass, i can not pass, i'm in, and this is the consequences that i have to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deep, very deep, sigh--clearing my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father, i am now acquiesce. if she's not happy, then let her be happy without me. i am letting her go. let me be the only one who feel the pain, don't make me a torturer.&lt;br /&gt;Holy mother of God, if i ever wished you to make her happy as the way she makes me feel so, this might be your answer. If she's not happy with this, i let her go, sincerely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and i cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes before you say those words:&lt;br /&gt;i stroke your hair, your cheek.&lt;br /&gt;i hold your chest.&lt;br /&gt;i wish my name is ever written there and will always be there, in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 minute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I am not happy with this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 seconds after you say:&lt;br /&gt;there it goes, baby.&lt;br /&gt;the one that you've been withheld.&lt;br /&gt;the one that you've been covered with smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute after you say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father, did i just say i acquiesce? why do i still feel this world is falling apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hon,&lt;br /&gt;i love you. i do. with all my hearts. you shouldn't have a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it's too late, you might have lost your feelings long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;i made mistakes, i am truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;forgive doesn't mean forget, i know.&lt;br /&gt;like i told you before, i am walking on my karma, it's fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh no, Father, i feel the sky is crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;devastated. it's devastating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hon,&lt;br /&gt;you are the one that makes me let my ego, my feeling, my comfortness go with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;i walked from my comfort zone, i faced it no matter how much it hurts to hear that you don't know whether you still love me or not, you are not happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;i struggled for my ego to love you. i confront my ego to ever let you go.&lt;br /&gt;i disguise my feelings, no matter how hard it hurts, i eat all of them, i turn the corner of anger, i let me myself feel the pains, because i don't want you to feel that way i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you have had given me all of yours. i might have been left you in vain that time, i might have hurt you worse. you might have devastated more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's time for me hon. it's okay, it's fine. (but still, i'll cry just to remember who's the one who will hug me in my roughest times?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if you love someone, fight for them&lt;/span&gt;. (i have fight, not enough i know, and i really want to fight more if you let me)&lt;br /&gt;they say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if you love someone, set them free&lt;/span&gt;. ( i set you free now, so you can be happy. don't be with me if it's torturing you, please. i let you go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;words can't tell, actions can deceive, but heart won't lie. (7:52 pm, Jan 26 2012)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-6460236850069550162?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/6460236850069550162/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2012/01/acquiescence.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/6460236850069550162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/6460236850069550162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2012/01/acquiescence.html' title='ACQUIESCENCE'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-2761574213331250265</id><published>2012-01-25T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:03:40.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much More Than You Know</title><content type='html'>i am happy,&lt;br /&gt;much more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love,&lt;br /&gt;much more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you,&lt;br /&gt;much more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hurt,&lt;br /&gt;much more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy (once again),&lt;br /&gt;much more than you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-2761574213331250265?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/2761574213331250265/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2012/01/much-more-than-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/2761574213331250265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/2761574213331250265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2012/01/much-more-than-you-know.html' title='Much More Than You Know'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-2318787863858604580</id><published>2012-01-16T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:23:06.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever! I am an omnivore</title><content type='html'>to describe omnivore, first, according to our holy wikipedia, is omni, meaning "all, everything"; vorare "to devour". in other words of my opinion, as an animal that eat all or everything, and to include human as an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to tell that every time i'm at my lowest ebb, i do write on this blog. so here is the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i declare my self as an omnivore in accordance with the treaty i have made and ratified to my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not care what you will give me.&lt;br /&gt;i do not care what i will eat.&lt;br /&gt;a super fine dining one or an ordinary Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;i try to not easily get sad by only silly thing you don't do anymore, like you used to.&lt;br /&gt;i try to accept everything.&lt;br /&gt;i try to eat this shit.&lt;br /&gt;i try to accept that this shit is eating me.&lt;br /&gt;i try to be fine if you don't look me in the eyes like those moments i had.&lt;br /&gt;i try to be cool when i saw you and you didn't even have a glance at me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i am now walking on a the so called karma.&lt;br /&gt;the one that they believe i should accept as my punishment for bad and wrong doings i have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is real hurt.&lt;br /&gt;like i have never been hurt by anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;i am an omnivore, baby.&lt;br /&gt;i eat everything.&lt;br /&gt;i eat my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;i eat, even, counterfeit happiness.&lt;br /&gt;i eat my gloomy days.&lt;br /&gt;i eat my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i eat my grievances.&lt;br /&gt;i eat everything.&lt;br /&gt;i eat all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever (that you give me, i will eat it), E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-2318787863858604580?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/2318787863858604580/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2012/01/whatever-i-am-omnivore.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/2318787863858604580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/2318787863858604580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2012/01/whatever-i-am-omnivore.html' title='whatever! I am an omnivore'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-5437775303595580101</id><published>2011-10-26T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T07:26:02.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i stop.</title><content type='html'>i have stop questioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i believe in what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no question, only faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-5437775303595580101?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-1103500544377212296</id><published>2011-10-21T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:26:47.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are such an addiction</title><content type='html'>to look into your eyes, to see deep into your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say the unspoken, to feel these feelings deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time, i realize i fall so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are such an addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-1103500544377212296?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/1103500544377212296/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-such-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/1103500544377212296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/1103500544377212296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-such-addiction.html' title='you are such an addiction'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-3988181385665616272</id><published>2011-09-06T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T05:28:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm</title><content type='html'>she's that great.&lt;br /&gt;she's your equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic yet so competitive part. xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-3988181385665616272?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/3988181385665616272/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/09/mmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3988181385665616272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3988181385665616272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/09/mmm.html' title='mmm'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-3978918039447103241</id><published>2011-09-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:08:56.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjing berlalu, Kafilah menggonggong</title><content type='html'>Katanya manusia adalah makhluk Tuhan yang sempurna, dengan akal dan budi yang diberikan. Secara kebetulan, entah mengapa dan bagaimana, manusia juga selalu melihat segala sesuatu dengan kesempurnaan. Kesempurnaan dijadikan patokan. Berbicara bagaikan segala hal harus sesuai dengan pandangan. Bagaikan pandangan adalah kebenaran yang sempurna dan mutlak serta absolut.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal isi kepala orang pasti berbeda-beda, definisi dan kriteria akan kesempurnaan kemudian pasti berbeda-beda.&lt;br /&gt;Mata melihat, kemudian mulut berbicara seenak dan sesuka hati. Bagaikan mulut yang paling tahu segalanya. Padahal belum tentu mata memproyeksikan semuanya dengan benar.&lt;br /&gt;Dikepala mulai melebur dengan pikiran-pikiran lain, pengalaman-pengalaman, hujatan-hujatan. Padahal belum tentu kepala kita benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibaratkan saja ini adalah anjing. Binatang berkaki empat, dua mata, satu hidung dengan dua lubangnya, dua kuping, dan satu mulut yang didalamnya terjejer gigi bertaring.&lt;br /&gt;Mata si anjing melihat suatu objek, juga mendengar apabila terdapat pantulan audio, dengan hidungnya ia mengendus-endus mencoba mencari petunjuk. Tidak lama setelah mengenali objeknya, si anjing pun membuka mulutnya, menggonggong dan mengeluarkan taringnya.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal objek yang dilihat oleh si anjing mungkin tidak ia kenal, mungkin suara yang ia dengar bukan datang dari objek tersebut, mungkin hidung si anjing mengendus bau dari kulit objek, bukan intinya. Tapi toh, si anjing tetap mengeluarkan taringnya. Si anjing tetap menggonggong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi anjing tidak sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;Wajar kalau menggongong.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi manusia sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;Dan manusia juga menggonggong.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu,&lt;br /&gt;apakah sang kafilah saat ini ada diposisi yang sama dengan si anjing?&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata manusia juga tidak sepenuhnya sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;Karena kesempurnaan hanya milik Tuhan semata.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu,&lt;br /&gt;apakah sang kafilah bertukar posisi dengan si anjing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketidaksempurnaan berjalan, Kesempurnaan dalam pandangan.&lt;br /&gt;Anjing berlalu, Kafilah menggonggong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasian Kafilah. Lain kali, sesekali, mungkin menjadi anjing tak apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-3978918039447103241?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/3978918039447103241/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/09/anjing-berlalu-kafilah-menggonggong.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3978918039447103241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3978918039447103241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/09/anjing-berlalu-kafilah-menggonggong.html' title='Anjing berlalu, Kafilah menggonggong'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-3100795585358678938</id><published>2011-08-21T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:53:14.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Granted</title><content type='html'>These days are gone. Loud enough to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I think about the time we wasted. I think about the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late and I can't call. It's getting late to face it all.&lt;br /&gt;I think about the time we wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loneliness has slowly grown.&lt;br /&gt;I told you not to cross the line, and leave me with your love for granted.&lt;br /&gt;The letters from your broken heart I think I might have lost them somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'bout your lies.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'bout your secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is easy. You are everything I need.&lt;br /&gt;Now your love is gone. I want it safe and guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a fine line. Looking at the bright line.&lt;br /&gt;I think about the time we wasted. For someday I'll be coming too.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is dying on it's own, and now I got your love for granted.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter right or wrong as long as you are hiding somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'bout your lies&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'bout your secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we've said it all. I would never let us fall.&lt;br /&gt;With you, hang on to a little chance, you bet I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;If it is for better, disillusions come after.&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;Hang on to a little chance.&lt;br /&gt;You bet I'm in.	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix - Love For Granted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-3100795585358678938?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/3100795585358678938/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-granted.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3100795585358678938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3100795585358678938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-granted.html' title='For Granted'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-948543644343939379</id><published>2011-08-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:34:05.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dearest Ega</title><content type='html'>Hello you there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is your day&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have nothing to give, no present, only presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 may be just a number.&lt;br /&gt;this is just another page of life, where every page has its own title and subtitle, consist of subjects and objects, where lessons can be learned in every words and sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so good to spend some times with you, and especially to spend tonight with the 21-aged-you; with your maturity, your thoughts, and your visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my sudden friend, a very exciting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you have a great day, unforgettable one.&lt;br /&gt;may this Universe shows you the way and signs through your explorations.&lt;br /&gt;may in every seconds and every minutes of your life filled by priceless experiences.&lt;br /&gt;may happiness comes toward you this year and many years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;may your heart always in a state of complete peace with your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may Virgin Mary hear my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Ayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-948543644343939379?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/948543644343939379/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-dearest-ega.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/948543644343939379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/948543644343939379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-dearest-ega.html' title='Happy Birthday Dearest Ega'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-1571774721527786968</id><published>2011-07-16T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:21:38.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen</title><content type='html'>i suppose to care where will this relationship taking us.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose to think about our future.&lt;br /&gt;it has been going on for three years and two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but should we know?&lt;br /&gt;isn't it a part of God's plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the first time i met you, one thing came up in my mind was "i don't know".&lt;br /&gt;if we learn at school, our teacher taught us that from what we don't know we should find an answer. but i can't find any answer through out these three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought a year would be an end, far more what i expected, i did swim too far, hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my self in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life changes us, and those changes life made for me within three years with you are total. i barely can't remember to name a few, but those are great and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care whether am a virgin or not, i don't care whether i'm the first you had sex with or there was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a life we live, we should just live.&lt;br /&gt;it's a love we feel, so we should just love.&lt;br /&gt;no questions and worries.&lt;br /&gt;we're not angels, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you since i was 16, love.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16. Many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;Many ways to get lost in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-1571774721527786968?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/1571774721527786968/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/07/sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/1571774721527786968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/1571774721527786968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/07/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-4835911630180717132</id><published>2011-06-26T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:37:25.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>krisis menjelang umur 20</title><content type='html'>if there's anything named life crisis, which i don't even know what that is, but i'm kinda guessing that it's a crisis when you're at the time of living your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin penjelasan saya sangat tidak intelek. mungkin sebenarnya life crisis hanyalah kata-kata yang saya buat sembarangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now let's get going. ini adalah hari ke-2 saya didalam kamar, memutuskan tidak kemana-mana (atau secara kebetulan tidak ada yang mengajak saya pergi dan saya pun tidak mood pergi sendirian atau nge-bbm siapa pun supaya bisa pergi sama saya--blah!) nonton televisi sampai hampir bego (karena saya nonton starworld bukan NatGeo), membaca dua buku, mengalami migrain dahsyat, menulis di blog, minum beberapa gelas kopi dan sebotol diet coke, beberapa bungkus rokok, dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasanya saya tau seharusnya saya bermain bersama teman-teman. teman yang mana?&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, i do have a lot, oh yeah no only couple of them, tapi sayya merasa semakin kesini saya semakin membatasi diri saya dan permmainan saya. bukannya ingin melewati waktu-waktu sendiri merasa diri ekslusif karena saya memberi makan diri saya sendiri hal yang bagus, tapi lebih kepada hilangnya hasrat untuk berupaya mendekatkan diri pada orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, sometimes i dont need certain people and their shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the only one we know is ourselves. we just dont know how to get compromised with these people who try to telling us what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like being in a very fragile boat. we know where the pier is, but we do realize that there re so many ways to get there. it depends on us, which one we pick? which one is the most suitable for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i come to that point, it really terrifies me. I've picking so many ways, i dont know which one is suit me, which one is comfortable for me, which one is actually that i want. i know nothing, but i know that i'm following my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to stop thinking, you know. but i do let myself drawn in silent with mouth opens and an empty brain, blur and no vision. i like it that way, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i found myself very anxious about my future and start to get panic about my college, about all the materials and these exams i gotta face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know, am about to be 20. i gotta be someone bold, i gotta be special on my own way, i gotta start to feed myself more books-good music-equal friends, i can not (or may not) let my self to become super cheesy and stuff that mainstream does. i just dont like it. i gotta declare my self of who i am, what  i'm going to do in the next couple years after i finish college, what job should i take. more importantly what does people think and do when they're 20. for christ's sake, it might be just a number, age. but to me it's more than just that. it's about the ideology that would change, it's about the way i perceive things when i get older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is actually telling me what to do. those who have been in the situation like this years before me. let me guess, the answer maybe, do whatever you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am officially in a crisis. in a life. with crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-4835911630180717132?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/4835911630180717132/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/krisis-menjelang-umur-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/4835911630180717132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/4835911630180717132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/krisis-menjelang-umur-20.html' title='krisis menjelang umur 20'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-8748394022717011638</id><published>2011-06-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:52:18.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diearies'/><title type='text'>Fantasi, kamu bikin saya krazi.</title><content type='html'>Saya menginginkan kamu bagaikan anjing menginginkan daging segar. Saya menatap matamu bagaiakan serigala melihat bulan. Yang ada dikepala saya kamu datang menhampiri saya, tidur disebelah saya. Awalnya kita sibuk nonton film bersama, awalnya kita hanya bercanda dan bercengkrama. Saya merasakan tangan kamu memegang tangan saya. Saya tersenyum simpul, tanda mengiyakan dan memperbolehkan serta menginginkan kamu melanjutkan. Jemari mu bermain, menyusuri setiap helai bulu halus nan lembut ditangan saya. Saya tetap tersenyum. Kamu mendekat, saya menoleh. Kamu dan saya saling menatap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak serigala yang kelaparan, kamu dan saya saling melahap. Belajar bagaimana rasanya saling bertukar ludah. Daya upaya bergerak sesuai alunan dan hasrat yang menjadi pedoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikepala saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dihadapan saya, kamu diam dingin menonton televisi sambil minum kopi. Kamu nyalakan rokok, sambil berkata "Ngapain sih ngeliatin saya sampai segitunya?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ke kamar mandi mencuci muka. Hampir saja saya harus mandi wajib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasi, kamu bikin saya krazi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-8748394022717011638?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/8748394022717011638/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/fantasi-kamu-bikin-saya-krazi.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/8748394022717011638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/8748394022717011638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/fantasi-kamu-bikin-saya-krazi.html' title='Fantasi, kamu bikin saya krazi.'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-1058081062909142333</id><published>2011-06-24T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:24:51.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceritanya</title><content type='html'>Ceritanya kamu adalah seorang laki-laki. Saya perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya saya sudah punya monyet. Kamu memilih untuk tidak memelihara apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya kita sering sekali bertemu. Untuk berbagai alasan yang kadang-kadang masuk akal tapi kadang-kadang hanya dibuat-buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya kamu tidak sadar kalo ajakan keluar saya hanya dibuat-buat. Saya pun tidak akan bilang yang sebenarnya. Begitu juga sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya suatu saat saya bilang kalau saya suka kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya kamu kaget. Tapi saya tau kamu sudah tau. Kamu dan saya sama-sama tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya cerita ini menggantung. Saya bingung. Kamu pasti lebih bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya saya mulai bisa memendam rasa. Soalnya saya pintar acting. Calon artis masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya saya tetap masih suka kamu. Saya masih. Suka. Kamu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-1058081062909142333?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/1058081062909142333/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/ceritanya.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/1058081062909142333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/1058081062909142333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/ceritanya.html' title='Ceritanya'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-7944730540458049307</id><published>2011-06-24T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:10:04.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//randomthoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It is because we want it so bad, that’s why we don’t have it. Simply created to be only our imagination and fantasy. Wild and crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-7944730540458049307?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/7944730540458049307/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/randomthoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/7944730540458049307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/7944730540458049307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/randomthoughts.html' title='//randomthoughts'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-924911898557817871</id><published>2011-06-24T11:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:08:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions</title><content type='html'>This evening i spent another trashy times with my mate again until we drawn into the disscussion of philosophy and those implications of personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that there are so many contradictions going on in my life and my head. We just can’t deny that what we read in books and what’s going on in our life were basically different. We can name scientists or philosophers or scholars to define our feelings based on theories—Plato maybe would say the so called ideal. But we mostly define those feelings by our thoughts. How we create explanations based on our own knowledge and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take an example to make it easier. I know that conflicts which going on in my life were mostly driven by my own thoughts. The way i’m coping my problems and those assumptions i made were based on, yeah let’s say, experiences and things or people that i used to be with. But  I also know and have read books which said that thoughts are the one who complicate the problems, whether it is your own thoughts or others. I should be clear of any influences in order to see the problem as actual fact that i have to face and solve, as what J. Khrisnamurti explained in his book, “Freedom from the Known”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this stage, after read the book, it is clear for me that i already have the way out for my conflicts: i have to reduce the apriori and thoughts if i want to solve the core problem. But then , what becomes the result is my head even gets dizzier everytime i have to clear my mind from any thoughts. It leads me to another thought of “i have to be clear from any influence” or “i have to deflate my mind”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? How contradictive it is and how silly i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, then we conclude our meeting that evening with saying good bye to each other. Good bye and good night and good luck with our problems!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-924911898557817871?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/924911898557817871/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/contradictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/924911898557817871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/924911898557817871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/contradictions.html' title='Contradictions'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-2075549267832167864</id><published>2011-06-24T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:07:35.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me. Pathetic.</title><content type='html'>When you get so many things wrong in your life, dont you wanna just die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not that die am talking about, but you know, kinda off from this world for a while. No, i guess that’s also a bit too much. Kinda breathe with empty heart empty head empty feeling for a while. Yeah, i know those are hard, if you read my previous writting about Contradictions. Jiddu doesn’t exactly tell us what to do, i guess he’s not a spoon-feed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it is just the matter of i have so many doubted feelings about things about people about life. Do you know what they so-called life crisis? Ever heard? No, i guess that’s just not suit me. Because i watched a movie and i quoted “When you thinking about buying Porsche, you are in the early life crisis”. Maybe something more like unstable teenager? or teenage crisis? or identity crisis? or blah yeah you name it. So ashame, but tell me, you also have ever been in the same phase like me, haven’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again, i know this is also the matter of thought. Lately, i let my thoughts drive me. I let those hatred, anger, fear, betrayal, happiness, etc drive me. Lead me to such random combination of headache-stomachache-heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, what did i write?! Sorry, this is awful and pathetic. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just don’t need him to be around sometimes. Obsolete things make me sick. Fresh air and fresh people would be even nicer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-2075549267832167864?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/2075549267832167864/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-pathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/2075549267832167864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/2075549267832167864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-pathetic.html' title='Me. Pathetic.'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-6974378453997752135</id><published>2011-06-24T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:06:52.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“At the end of the day, you’re just in any relationship. How does anybody go to work every day and come home? You just do it and it either works or it doesn’t.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blake Lively&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-6974378453997752135?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/6974378453997752135/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-end-of-day-youre-just-in-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/6974378453997752135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/6974378453997752135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-end-of-day-youre-just-in-any.html' title=''/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-9027363389439317099</id><published>2011-06-24T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:06:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Friends I Learned.</title><content type='html'>Jadi saya punya teman, namanya Dimas Muhamad. Dia pintar (baca: google berjalan) dan sangat humble dan tidak terlalu menyenangkan. Tapi ternyata saya rasa dia menyenangkan, atau kadang-kadang menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya awalnya ceritanya simpel. Saya bilang sama Dimas, “sometimes, i feel like I’m an outsider in my own campus”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian obrolan malah makin pajang. Kenapa juga jadi panjang saya lupa. Intinya, hari itu Dimas menjawab pertanyaan saya, kira-kira seperti ini, “In some circumtances, someone could be an outsider or insider (haha apeu banget sih insider—cant find the match word) it depends on which people they meet”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Dimas numpang sholat di kosan saya dan kami cerita-cerita lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya memilih beriman, gak perduli dengan agama. Saya menjalani sholat dll karena saya ingin bertemu tuhan, somehow i need God, just to make sure i still have someone to talk to, just to make sure some other important things hehe. Tapi disisi lain, saya juga bukan fundamentalist atau hardcore dalam agama, saya masih percaya dengan berbuat baik kepada orang lain itu artinya beragama. Memang sih dalam poin ini Dimas sedikit berargumen, bahwa agama tidak se-simpel ngasih tetangga makan siang (misalnya). Tapi yah kemudian tanggapan Dimas, kira-kira seperti ini, “As long as it is good i’m with you, Ayu”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimas kemudian sholat lagi, sholat maghrib. Selesai itu, dia mau pulang, sambil pakai sepatu kami ngobrol lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bertanya, “Dimas, why are you so humble? I mean, you are effing smart. But you always say that you know nothing.” Ini beneran loh, Dimas selalu praises atau turn people down right in front of their faces dengan kata-kata yang sangat humble sih emang. Dimas jawab, kira-kira begini, “The more i learn, i surf through the internet, i read, the more i know that i knew nothing. There are so many things that i don’t know.” See, how (still) humble he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, hari itu kami berpisah. Dia bawa 5 dvd punya pacar saya: Thirteen Days, Paradise Now, W., Philadelphia, dan The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat nonton dvd Dimas, senang berbincang-bincang dengan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and dimas why don’t you have facebook, once again? You’ve told me the reason, but i forgot. I’m going to ask again when i meet him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-9027363389439317099?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/9027363389439317099/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-friends-i-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/9027363389439317099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/9027363389439317099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-friends-i-learned.html' title='From Friends I Learned.'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-3799132972366408693</id><published>2011-06-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:03:17.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pertanyaan, Agama, dan Marah. Rasanya.</title><content type='html'>Salah seorang anggota keluarga bukan inti mengajak chat di facebook, ia menanyakan agama saya dan memastikan agar saya tidak murtad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika agama adalah urusan saya dan Tuhan, kemudian ada yang bertanya dan memastikan agar saya tidak murtad, rasanya ingin marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu saya langsung close window chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-3799132972366408693?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/3799132972366408693/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/pertanyaan-agama-dan-marah-rasanya.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3799132972366408693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3799132972366408693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/pertanyaan-agama-dan-marah-rasanya.html' title='Pertanyaan, Agama, dan Marah. Rasanya.'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-6080776505273397880</id><published>2011-06-24T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:59:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“People who perform some useful task are not bothered if they hear some critics to their work, but people who do no useful work at all always think themselves very important and hide their incompetence behind their authority.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paulo Coelho - 10 SEC READ: True Importance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-6080776505273397880?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/6080776505273397880/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/people-who-perform-some-useful-task-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/6080776505273397880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/6080776505273397880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/people-who-perform-some-useful-task-are.html' title=''/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-4598900486384802171</id><published>2011-06-24T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:58:39.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Enjoy your memories. But don’t forget that memory is like salt: the right amount brings out the flavour in food, too much ruins it. If you live in the past all the time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paulo Coelho - 20 SEC READ: Memories and Salt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-4598900486384802171?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/4598900486384802171/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/enjoy-your-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/4598900486384802171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/4598900486384802171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/enjoy-your-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-1985146760157315049</id><published>2011-06-24T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:57:38.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“The religion of the future, will be a cosmic religion. It will transcend God and avoid dogma and theology.”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein (taken from The Lost Symbol—Chapter 82, by Dan Brown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-1985146760157315049?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/1985146760157315049/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/religion-of-future-will-be-cosmic.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/1985146760157315049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/1985146760157315049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/religion-of-future-will-be-cosmic.html' title=''/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-4043116959901965081</id><published>2011-06-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:56:25.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pilgrimage of my own saturday night</title><content type='html'>so this is the so called saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood of going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell of stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of ‘everything was wrong with no reason’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no music, all in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied with a cup of hot black coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up reading The Pilgrimage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: all those words that Paulo Coelho stated on his book are just somehow true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Time isn’t something that always proceeds at the same pace. It is we who determine how quickly time passes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has been 6 hours since i got home, touched down my bed, and held the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-4043116959901965081?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/4043116959901965081/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/pilgrimage-of-my-own-saturday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/4043116959901965081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/4043116959901965081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2011/06/pilgrimage-of-my-own-saturday-night.html' title='The Pilgrimage of my own saturday night'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-8550489267388092812</id><published>2010-01-31T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:29:48.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surat-surat'/><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>Hey My Big Brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo. Apa kamu sudah baikan hari ini? feeling better?&lt;br /&gt;Abangku sayang, dunia ini hanya panggung sandiwara. lagu tahun-kuda-gigit-kue-talam itu benar-benar BENAR. Tuhan lah sutradara dan penulis ceritanya, kita hanya bisa menunggu dan menerima kejutan-kejutan yang dibuat oleh-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abangku sayang,jangan terus-terusan bersedih. ingat apa yang Romo pernah bilang: Tuhan tidak memberikan kebahagiaan begitu saja. apakah tidak aneh kalau kamu menerima satu peti penuh uang yang jatuh dari langit? Tuhan memberikan kebahagiaan dalam satu paket yang diawali dengan penderitaan dan pengorbanan. kata Romo, agar kita manusia lebih merasakan kebahagiaan itu dan bersyukur. dalam sedih dan sengasara kita, kita harus tetap berdoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang, hidup ini terlalu indah hanya untuk diratapi. hidup ini terlalu menyedihkan untuk ditertawai. suatu dikotomi yang aneh bukan? tapi yaa, benar kalau mereka menyebutnya hidup adalah misteri. kita tidak akan pernah tahu apa yang akan terjadi sekarang atau besok. tapi kita sudah mengetahui apa yang terjadi kemarin. mereka menyebutnya sejarah, bang. belajar dari sejarah, jangan lagi melakukan kesalahan yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, tapi jangan terus-terusan menyalahkan masa lalu atau sejarah itu. percuma. Tuhan tidak akan memberikan kita kesempatan satu detik pun untuk kembali ke masa lalu. Masa lalu yang indah, simpanlah... untuk kenangan, untuk cerita bagi anak cucu mu nanti. masa lalu yang suram, cukup tinggalkan. dari pada merusak mood kita seharian? iya kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mungkin kamu dulu masih sempat bisa merasakan nikmatnya masa remajamu dengan semua fasilitas yang papa berikan. Tapi kamu harus tahu, aku tidak pernah menyesal karena aku memiliki masa remaja yang berbeda denganmu. aku bersyukur untuk setiap detiknya. masa-masa remaja yang hilang tidak akan kupermasalahkan, karena aku terlalu malas untuk mencari lagi yang sudah hilang. biarkan saja.&lt;br /&gt;fase hidup orang terus berjalan, di masa lalu gagal, dimasa ini kurang baik, masih ada masa depan yang mudah-mudahan akan menjadi baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat satu hal, janji kita bertiga, kalau kita tidak akan membiarkan anak-anak kita merasakan apa yang kita rasakan selama ini. cukup hanya sampai pada generasi kita. Zaman juga terus berubah, pola kehidupan setiap manusia akan terus berubah. jangan tanya akan berubah seperti apa, karena kalau aku jelaskan akan menghabiskan waktu berhari-hari berkutat dengan teori-teori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang, aku tidak akan mati disini hanya karena tidak pakai blackberry dan tidak punya macbook. Akan kucari kebahagiaan versiku sendiri. kebahagiaan yang hakiki bukan terletak pada materi dan investasi kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjuanglah untuk hidup yang hanya sekejap ini, ingat kalau kita sesegera mungkin akan mengakhirinya, atau Tuhan bisa dengan sekejap memutuskan untuk tidak menggunakan kita lagi sebagai figuran dalam sinetronnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kamu berbahagia disana, Sang Bunda yang terkandung tanpa noda akan melindungimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Hangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adikmu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-8550489267388092812?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/8550489267388092812/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/8550489267388092812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/8550489267388092812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-8773110369701026957</id><published>2010-01-30T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:30:21.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surat-surat'/><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya harusnya tidak pernah menanyakan seberapa besar kamu menyayangi saya. karena saya (harusnya) tahu, kamu menyayangi saya sepenuh hati. saya hanya takut, kalau perasaan itu (sudah/akan/sebentar lagi) hilang.&lt;br /&gt;Saya tahu kamu tidak suka kalau saya mulai membicarakan hal murahan seperti ini, tapi kamu tidak akan pernah tau apa yang saya atau kamu rasakan kalo kita sibuk membicarakan politik, pertumbuhan Indonesia, ketidak-adilan sosial, atau membicarakan teman-teman kamu--tanpa pernah mengevaluasi tentang kita. Atau kalau misalnya saya selalu mengikuti saran kamu untuk tidak membicarakan semua hal tentang kita: "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;memang ada hal-hal yang perlu dibicarakan, tapi lebih baik dirasakan dan nikmati saja&lt;/span&gt;," katamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya takut, suatu saat nanti terlalu banyak hal yang kamu simpan sampai akhirnya kamu memilih menyudahi semuanya. Lalu sampai kita menyadari dan mempertanyakan, siapa yang bodoh? Teori siapa yang salah?&lt;br /&gt;Saya tahu kalau pasti ada akhir untuk setiap awalan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's no an endless story&lt;/span&gt;, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya tahu kamu menerima saya apa adanya, bukan ada apanya. Karena mungkin kamu sudah sangat tahu kalau saya tidak punya apa-apa untuk dimanfaatkan, untuk di banggakan.  tapi kamu juga harus tahu, saya berusaha setengah mati supaya kamu tetap ada disebelah saya. kalau saya dandan, sedikit mengikuti trend fashion, yaa semata-mata hanya untuk urusan wanita-yang-selalu-ingin-terlihat-lebih-cantik-dari-wanita-lainnya. itu wajar toh? namun, jauh dibalik itu maksud saya adalah supaya kamu (masih) tertarik sama saya, tanpa harus lirik-lirik wanita lain yang lebih dari saya.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you do the same thing like i did? mencoba pakai kaos atau jaket atau sepatu ini itu supaya saya terus bilang: "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kamu ganteng deh&lt;/span&gt;" (jangan lupa senyum dan berikan sedikit kecupan tanda saya benar-benar mengimani apa yang saya katakan)&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jangan takut, saya akan tetap mencintai kamu walaupun kamu pake kaos yang itu-itu lagi, kamu pakai jaket yang sama setiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tahu setiap orang jatuh cinta terhadap diri orang lain, maksud saya jatuh cinta yang bukan hanya karena fisik atau penampilan. But don't you think that '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't judge a book by its cover&lt;/span&gt;' doesn't exist in this world? itu hanya kata-kata penenang ketika kita sedang salah kostum, lagi jerawatan sebelum menstruasi, atau lagi dalam suatu acara gaul dan hanya menggunakan simple black t-shirt sedangkan orang-orang lain sibuk dengan leopard thingy mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tahu kamu dikelilingi teman-teman wanita yang cantik dengan keunikan diri mereka masing-masing. Tapi saya selalu merasakan bahwa mereka adalah ancaman. Apakah kamu merasakan hal yang sama? Karena kelihatannya saya juga punya beberapa teman yang lebih menarik hati wanita-wanita single.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tapi buat apa selalu mempertanyakan hal-hal yang kamu dan saya tahu bahwa itu tidak mungkin terjadi. 2 tahun yang kita lewati cukup bisa menunjukan cinta kita yang cukup besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iya, apakah saya sudah pernah bilang kalau cinta tidak bisa diukur? cinta dengan substansinya bisa sangat membingungan. bahwa biarpun kamu sudah hidup dengan pasangan mu selama puluhan tahun akan selalu ada faktor yang membuatmu ragu dan akhirnya berjalan sendiri, membiarkan cinta itu berjalan ditempat yang akhirnya semakin mengecil terhimpit dengan kenangan-kenangan dan kesibukan, lalu akhirnya 'pheeew' hilang seperti statement awal saya diatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam hangat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-8773110369701026957?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/8773110369701026957/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/8773110369701026957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/8773110369701026957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-5297358883682923010</id><published>2010-01-17T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:56:19.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diearies'/><title type='text'>Siapa Kira, Siapa Sangka?</title><content type='html'>Saya duduk dikitchen sebuah Cafe tempat saya bekerja. Menikmati Indomie rebus yang kalo kata Pak Bondan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Pokok’e maknyus”&lt;/span&gt;, yang kalo kata saya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“dasar gigi sialan, dasar dokter gigi kurang ajar, seenaknya narik kawat gigi sampe segininya, makan indomie pun caranya langsung telan”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saya duduk bersama beberapa crew kitchen lainnya. Mereka membicarakan hal-hal yang kira2 terdengar oleh saya begini &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“alhamdulillah, dapet uang service juga, aing kirain teh gak bakalan dapet siah”&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“iya da mana anak urang rek sakolah, nteu aya uang na. urang rek udud oge, teu aya”&lt;/span&gt; yayaya kira2 begitu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saya masih duduk dan menikmati indomie yang rasanya biasa aja: Siapa kira saya kerja karena butuh uang untuk urusan social-life, siapa sangka orang tua saya sangat jarang memberikan uang lebih untuk apapun yang disebut "senang-senang"?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suatu saat saya berkenalan dengan librarian trainee ditempat saya bekerja:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;a href="http://dashtea.blogspot.com/"&gt;desti&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ayu”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perawakan desti kecil-mungil-hitam manis-imut-imut: Siapa kira dia sudah menjadi seorang sarjana dari sebuah universitas teknik di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Surabaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, siapa sangka sekarang dia sedang menjalani kehidupan S-2 nya yang seluruhnya dibiayai oleh salah satu perusahaan ternama?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Di lain kesempatan saya bertemu dengan laki-laki yang hampir mirip Yesus, rambut panjang kriting gak karuan, jarang keramas dan tak jarang mengeluarkan bau yang tidak sedap, kemana-mana naik sepeda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“agama lu apaan sih, Tep?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“hhhmmm”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siapa kira dia seorang mahasiswa universitas kesenian terkenal di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, siapa sangka dia sangat pintar untuk akhirnya bilang:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yu, tau gak gw lahir di Pluto loh!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suatu saat lainnya lagi, saya bertemu dengan seseorang yang memiliki penampilan menawan, cantik, dan branded:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Emi”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ayu”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siapa kira dia rela berhutang di warteg tetangga sebelah demi mengisi perutnya yang berkokok, siapa sangka dia membawa kabur uang ibu saya sebesar 5juta rupiah?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dalam suatu ruangan terbuka seusai acara band yang sangat muram, atas perintah dan maksud Tuhan saya bertemu laki-laki bermuka tegas yang punya rambut besar nan kribo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“lu sekolah dimana, Yu?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“di 71, Jatiwaringin”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“wah deket tuh sama rumah Pak De gw”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Siapa kira otaknya hampir mengelupas dalam masalah perpolitikan bangsa ini, siapa sangka akhirnya saya menghabiskan masa transisi remaja ke dewasa saya bersamanya?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saya masih makan indomie,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="ES"&gt;“Yu, tuh ada pelanggan didepan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anak Bar pada kemana sih???”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Setelah dilayani&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mba tolong ya ini, tolong ya itu, eh mba tolong dong, aduh kok ini pastri-nya masih dingin ya? Mba ini gimana siiihhhh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Buat Mba-mba yang datang pada Minggu malam :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siapa kira pelayan anda ini adalah mahasiswi salah satu universitas ternama di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bandung&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, siapa sangka ip pelayan anda diatas rata-rata?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Satu suapan terakhir untuk indomie sialan,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, saya tidak perduli. Dan mba-mba cantik nan elegan nan gaul dan bukan alay pasti juga tidak perduli.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: italic;"&gt;Siapa kira dia seorang pembeli? Saya pikir dia yang punya Toko Setiabudi. Siapa sangka saya hanya seorang pelayan? Saya pikir saya anak dari seorang wiraswastawan (biarpun sekarang sudah jadi pengangguran).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Potluck&lt;br /&gt;7.00 pm helped by computer at Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: italic;"&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/3146718042206687444-5297358883682923010?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/5297358883682923010/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/siapa-kira-siapa-sangka.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/5297358883682923010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/5297358883682923010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/siapa-kira-siapa-sangka.html' title='Siapa Kira, Siapa Sangka?'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-861292325544053486</id><published>2010-01-12T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:56:56.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diearies'/><title type='text'>ShifraASKasoem: @RuthAyu hey what an earth happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S0wzN8dCUKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r-9UbggqCjc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S0wzN8dCUKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r-9UbggqCjc/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425767965733834914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ShifraASKasoem/status/7662316641"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ShifraASKasoem/status/7662316641" class="tweet-url screen-name" hreflang="en" title="Shifra Kasoem"&gt;ShifraASKasoem : &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ShifraASKasoem/status/7662316641"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ShifraASKasoem/status/7662316641" class="tweet-url username"&gt;RuthAyu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ShifraASKasoem/status/7662316641"&gt; hey what an earth happened?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-861292325544053486?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/861292325544053486/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruthayu-hey-what-earth-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/861292325544053486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/861292325544053486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruthayu-hey-what-earth-happened.html' title='ShifraASKasoem: @RuthAyu hey what an earth happened?'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S0wzN8dCUKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r-9UbggqCjc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-6426668605702165990</id><published>2010-01-03T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:57:26.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>500 Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S0C-ypl14zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gHn_HG8vATU/s1600-h/500-dyas-of-337x500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S0C-ypl14zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gHn_HG8vATU/s400/500-dyas-of-337x500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422543728721388338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been a while didn't post a new thing on this blog, so i'm going to talk about something that has been a while people talked about. This reference got nothing ain't a thing to fill my blog, that's it, just that, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk that much, just 5 words and 2 advice :&lt;br /&gt;1. my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;2. said&lt;br /&gt;3. it's&lt;br /&gt;4. differently&lt;br /&gt;5. romantic&lt;br /&gt;That's what my boyfriend said, for me? i dont think so until you read my advice:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not watch it if you have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-typically-romantic-boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; (it will be a total boring shoo shoo...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Please avoid to play this movie when you are alone, while you are in a time of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broken-hearted&lt;/span&gt;, and if you are a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single-till-death person&lt;/span&gt;. This movie would bring you to high imagination and bad fantasies just like masturbation (in a lot of way masturbation--you probably cry, reminds you of your ex boy/girlfriend, fantasy of kissing someone you like while you do the photocopy thingy, wanna try the shower sex part, and etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S0DDteujOuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0c5Z-EoJGuM/s1600-h/2009_500_days_of_summer_wallpaper_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S0DDteujOuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0c5Z-EoJGuM/s400/2009_500_days_of_summer_wallpaper_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422549137463917282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-6426668605702165990?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/6426668605702165990/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/500-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/6426668605702165990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/6426668605702165990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2010/01/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 Days of Summer'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S0C-ypl14zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gHn_HG8vATU/s72-c/500-dyas-of-337x500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-2222160752888478780</id><published>2009-11-24T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:35:00.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diearies'/><title type='text'>Kamu dan Saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sini duduk disebelah saya. Kamu yang selalu ada disaat-saat genting saya, atau malah selalu tidak berkomentar atas dandanan heboh saya. Kamu yang selalu tidur lebih cepat, padahal saya yang belum tidur 2 hari. Kamu yang mengelus-elus rambut saya, tapi selalu kamu yang mendengkur paling pertama. Kamu yang selalu memulai diskusi panjang, tapi selalu diakhiri dengan kata-kata yang membenarkan pernyataan awalmu. Yang akhirnya saya cuma mendengarkan, walaupun sudah saya tumpahkan semua argumentasi tingkat universitas berasaskan buku dengan validitas dunia. Kamu yang tanpa ekspresi mendengarkan lelucon saya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tidak terlalu bikin saya ketawa"&lt;/span&gt; katamu. Kamu yang mendengarkan seluruh cerita saya dari preambule, pembukaan, batang tubuh, sampai penutupan dengan ekspressi lurus sibuk dengan berbagai macam hal, dan kamu tutup pidato saya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tidak terlalu penting, gak usah dipikirin"&lt;/span&gt;. Kamu yang mendengarkan lagu-lagu tingkat Zeus dan saya yang hanya sanggup mendengarkan lagu-lagu infrasonik. Saya punya 100 argumen untuk menyerang kamu, tapi saya tahu kamu punya 500 tameng dan 1000 penjelasan untuk akhirnya membalikkan amarah saya menjadi perenungan dibawah pohon Bodhi. Tapi saya kok menikmati, tapi rasanya kok enak diomeli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Buku-buku berat itu ada disana. Tepat disebelah tempat tidur saya. Saya larut selama berjam-jam. Memutuskan untuk meneruskan dan menunda tidur. Buku-buku alasan utama demi bisa akhirnya duduk, minum secangkir kopi dan ngobrol bersamamu. Tapi kenapa kamu yang selalu jatuh tertidur setelah membaca halaman ke-6 sebuah buku, selalu bisa lebih pintar dari saya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kamu makhluk apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kamu manusia atau bukan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Apa yang kamu makan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Apa yang kamu baca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Siapa yang kamu jadikan teman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aristoteles kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Deepak Chopra kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Arswendo Atmowiloto kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Raden Anom Prakoso kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-2222160752888478780?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/2222160752888478780/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamu-dan-saya.html#comment-form' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/2222160752888478780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/2222160752888478780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamu-dan-saya.html' title='Kamu dan Saya'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-5631863060769587169</id><published>2009-11-24T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:02:21.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own-ism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Supernova: Ksatria, Puteri, dan Bintang Jatuh (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwvmDdESC-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-IHPPrBTFkI/s1600/supernova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwvmDdESC-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-IHPPrBTFkI/s400/supernova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407668724604996578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Besok hari minggu kan, Le?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Iya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kamu ke gereja?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mungkin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pergilah, please. Nanti doakan aku. Jangan lupa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aku tidak yakin Tuhan merestui perselingkuhan, atau perceraian..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aku juga tidak yakin Adam dan Hawa menikah. Sepertinya mereka itu cuma samen leven."&lt;/span&gt; -Ferre dan Ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kalimat itu? Buku ini bagus--sangat bagus, berat (dalam artian harfiah dan kiasan), banyak informasi dalam kalimat-kalimat yang dituangkan Dee yang lebih bagus daripada hanya tentang Tuhan (seperti yang selalu muncul dalam blog bodoh ini) dan tentang Adam-Hawa (laki-laki dan perempuan--lagi). Obsesi? Pikiran yang sangat dangkal? Secetek air got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percakapan di bawah ini sungguh, demi nama Dia yang ada diatas sana--tanpa maksud lebih dari hiperbola, jauh lebih bagus:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jadi, memori adalah residu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kurang lebih. Sekarang bayangkan, sebuah otak memproduksi rata-rata 14.000 pemikiran per hari, 5 juta per tahun, dan 350 juta selama hidupnya. Untuk tetap waras maka mayoritas pemikiran itu hanya berupa pengulangan atau gema," Jelas Ruben. dari sudut pandang fisikawan, semesta tak lebih dari sup kuantum yang membombardir indera kita dengan miliyaran data setiap menitnya. Jumlah itu adalah chaos, dan harus bisa diorganisir ke dalam angka yang terkendalikan. disitulah otak mengambil peran. Dengan tujuh respon dasarnya, otak tidak hanya menjaga kewarasan, tapi juga mampu menyuguhkan alam semesta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau malah yang ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Itulah prinsip Descrates; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cogito, ergo sum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-aku berpikir, maka aku ada. dan banyak sekali orang yang sepaham dengannya, sadar atau tidak," Ruben menambahkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"berarti sesungguhnya, bukan 'aku berpikir, maka aku ada'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bukan juga 'aku sadar, maka aku ada'. itu adalah pertanyaan yang tidak perlu, karena Kesadaran tidak perlu dipertanyakan. Ia ada tanpa harus klaim konfirmasi atau keterjagaan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tetapi..." Dhimas tersenyum cerah, "aku memilih, maka aku ada. Dan subjek yang memilih adalah subjek tunggal dan universal. Bukan aku-nya ego yang personal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opto, ergo sum&lt;/span&gt;. Aku memilih, maka aku ada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, saya tetap memilih percakapan yang pertama kali saya mulai ketik ulang. Iya, tentang si Adam dan hasil kreasi Tuhan dari tulang rusuknya, Hawa. Butuh 6 tahun untuk saya akhirnya membaca sampai selesai buku ini ketika di tahun 2003 saya membuka halaman pertamanya diperpustakaan SMP saya dulu. Itu pun cuma mampu sampai halaman 3 (Keping 1: Yang Ada Hanyalah Ada). Dan tanpa maksud merendahkan diri saya sama sekali; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tolong beri saya waktu 4 tahun lagi&lt;/span&gt;, sampai saya jadi sarjana Ilmu Politik (amin, mudah-mudahan akan selesai sesuai dengan target hehe) seperti sang penulis untuk mengerti secara keseluruhan peristiwa fisika dan filsafat yang menjadi bagian utuh (sekaligus fantastis) buku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk selanjutnya, saya ucapkan selamat kepada diri saya sendiri. Selamat, telah menyelesaikannya, Ayu. Selamat, isi otak kamu hari ini bertambah setidaknya 1kg dengan adanya buku ini. Terimakasih &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-5631863060769587169?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/5631863060769587169/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/supernova-ksatria-puteri-dan-bintang.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/5631863060769587169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/5631863060769587169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/supernova-ksatria-puteri-dan-bintang.html' title='Supernova: Ksatria, Puteri, dan Bintang Jatuh (2000)'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwvmDdESC-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-IHPPrBTFkI/s72-c/supernova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-261096747324119494</id><published>2009-11-22T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:27:09.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own-ism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Lily Allen - The Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.25em; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I want to be rich and I want lots of money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I want loads of clothes and fucking loads of diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I heard people die while they are trying to find them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When we think it will all become clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life’s about film stars and less about mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It’s all about fast cars and passing each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I am a weapon of massive consumption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and its not my fault it’s how I’m program to function&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When we think it will all become clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Forget about guns and forget ammunition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When we think it will all become clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=4599264&amp;amp;song=The+Fear"&gt;The Fear&lt;/a&gt; (klik untuk download)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lirik ini sangat kritis dan menunjukan pada kita: inilah trend Zero yang digandrungi jaman sekarang, sangat menyedihkan. post-moderenisme yang membawa kita kedalam ruang-ruang dimana kaum konsumeris duduk di hirarki paling atas. Saya ucapkan, Selamat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-261096747324119494?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/261096747324119494/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/lily-allen-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/261096747324119494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/261096747324119494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/lily-allen-fear.html' title='Lily Allen - The Fear'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-5657096793553131908</id><published>2009-11-20T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:42:59.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Saman - Ayu Utami (1998)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/Swa1geqZCCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IKyJgSGbcb4/s1600/Saman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/Swa1geqZCCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IKyJgSGbcb4/s400/Saman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406207972296165410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Apa salah laki-laki?&lt;br /&gt;Jawab Laila: sebab mereka mengkhianati wanita. Mereka cuma menginginkan keperawanan, dan akan pergi setelah si wanita menyerahkan kesucian. Seperti dalam nyanyian. Kami pun berpikir-pikir. Lama. Lama sekali. Tiba-tiba aku ingin berteriak, tapi ku katup  mulutku rapat-rapat karena aku tak ingin kembali bertengkar. Sebab menurutku yang curang lagi-lagi Tuhan: dia menciptakan selaput dara, tapi tidak membikin selaput penis."&lt;/span&gt; - Shakuntala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-5657096793553131908?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/5657096793553131908/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/saman-ayu-utami-1998.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/5657096793553131908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/5657096793553131908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/saman-ayu-utami-1998.html' title='Saman - Ayu Utami (1998)'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/Swa1geqZCCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IKyJgSGbcb4/s72-c/Saman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-3167735372339545018</id><published>2009-11-18T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:44:03.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own-ism'/><title type='text'>Kiamat dan Perang Dunia</title><content type='html'>Anda pasti sudah nonton atau at least sudah mendengar a very bombing movie tittled 2012, bukan?&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga sebenarnya sampai saat saya menulis blog ini belum nonton hehe tapi yaa udah lah ya, anda gak mau dengar basa-basi saya sebagai awalan masuk ke cerita ini kan? Yuk, kalo gitu kita mulai...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwTkbJ8ETpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zHgwgx3YnIE/s1600/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwTkbJ8ETpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zHgwgx3YnIE/s400/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405696607926898322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dari resensi film yang saya baca dibeberapa website ini adalah sedikit summary tentang film ini: 2012 adalah film yang ber-genre science fiction, menceritakan tentang benacana yang akan terjadi ditahun 2012 nanti. Film yang disutradarai oleh Ronald Emmerich ini dibintangi oleh John Cusack, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Amanda Peet, dan kawan-kawan lainnya. Film ini menceritakan ramalan suku Maya tentang fenomena 2012. Diceritakan tentang sekenario hari kiamat yang menyebabkan dunia dalam kekacauan, contohnya California jatuh ke laut Pasifik, erupsi kaldera Yellowstone national Park, Megatsunami di pesisir pantai seluruh dunia dan banjir diseluruh dunia, and so on and so on. Aduh, kok terlihatnya saya jadi sok tahu karena belum nonton tapi sudah menulis resensi, tapi saya menulis ini dari apa yang saya dapatkan di website &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_%28film%29"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; (silahkan klik dan baca sendiri).&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dalam kehidupan sosial saya bersama teman-teman main dan teman-teman kampus muncul ketakutan akan 2012 yang sebenarnya akan (beneran) terjadi setelah nonton film tersebut. intinya seperti ini "eh gue takut deh, katanya 2012 mau kiamat"&lt;br /&gt;Saya adalah orang yang pertama kali tertawa (walaupun dalam hati ciut juga, considering i haven't graduated yet, i haven't married yet, i haven't bal bla bla. 2012 as a domsday is just too soon!). Pembicaraan warung kopi ini terus berlanjut selama berhari-hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu pagi ini saya mengikuti kelas Introduction of International Relations (Pengantar ilmu Hubungan Internasional--PIHI) dengan dosen favorit saya Mas Bonggas. Saya tidak akan membahas betapa clever and smart-ass -nya dosen ini seperti yang anda bayangkan, tapi saya akan membahas tentang sesuatu sebagai penyangkalan obrolan warung kopi saya dan teman-teman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosen saya sedang membahas materi PIHI tentang System-Level of Analysis. Diceritakan dalam bab ini adalah tentang International System yang mempengaruhi kebijakan luar negeri yang dikeluarkan oleh suatu negara. So yeah, bla bla bla (disini isinya cuma penjelasan sub bab material dan dkk nya yang saya sendiri malas untuk menjelaskan kembali kepada anda dan saya yakin anda juga lumayan malas untuk membacanya--sort of unimportant things if you were not Int relations student).......... Dan sekarang kita sampai pada sub bab Power of Relationship. Sebelumnya dosen saya sudah pernah menjelaskan bahwa dalam sudut pandang Realisme, Power diartikan sebagai kunci untuk memahami sikap Internasional dan motivasi suatu negara (national interest). Power sendiri bisa dijabarkan dalam 3 hal yaitu Force + Influence + Authority. Jadi, bisa anda bayangkan negara-negara yang memiliki kriteria yang saya sebutkan tadi (secara lebih gampang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;negara tsb memiliki kekuatan militer dan ekonomi yang kuat, dan juga memiliki kapabilitas untuk mengatur powernya untuk kepentingan negaranya&lt;/span&gt;) disebut negara "great power". bisa anda sebutkan sendiri kan, negara-negara mana saja yang termasuk. iya, iya, Amerika, Inggris, Rusia, China,dan Perancis.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu Power of Relationship, menentukan pada sistem dunia yang memiliki jumlah polar (negara yang memiliki "great power" dan pengikut) mengenai kecenderungan mereka untuk berperang. Semakin banyak polar, maka semakin besar kemungkinan perang. Dan Setiap negara-negara yang disebut "great power" memiliki military yang bukan cuma main-main. Troops, Navy, Soldiers, and dont forget our tiny friend Nuclear Atom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwTuXd1Y8KI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e5O6aXLioN8/s1600/rudal_korut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwTuXd1Y8KI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e5O6aXLioN8/s400/rudal_korut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405707539664400546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, tahukah anda dalam sebuah atom nuklir (kalau anda nonton film Angels and Demons--sekecil itu lah atom nuklir,kira-kira sebiji cuil seiprit icrit) terdapat kekuatan 25kali lebih dahsyat daripada bom atom yang dijatuhkan Amerika di Nagasaki dan Hirosima Jepang????&lt;br /&gt;Taukah anda Amerika memiliki sedikitnya 20.000 atom nuklir????&lt;br /&gt;Rusia saat ini juga memiliki atom nuklir dengan jumlah yang hampir sama....&lt;br /&gt;China juga memilikinya....&lt;br /&gt;Korea Utara juga...&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan tidak mau kalah...&lt;br /&gt;India ikut-ikutan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak usah menunggu 2012, kalau saat ini (saat anda membaca uraian yang sangat membingungkan dari blog saya ini) negara-negara tersebut memutuskan untuk perang dunia ke-3 dan meluncurkan semua rudal yang mereka miliki dengan atom nuklir disetiap mata rudalnya....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hari ini telah kiamat, teman-teman&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga tidak ada lagi obrolan warung kopi di pojokan seperti itu. Semoga teman-teman saya akhirnya menganggukan kepala mereka (sambil ngelus-ngelus dagu) tanda mengerti dan setuju. Semoga saat anda membaca blog saya ini, anda mulai merasakan nikmatnya hidup tanpa ketakutan akan kiamat 2012. Siapa sih yang tau kapan kiamat dateng, bos?? Tuhan lagi sibuk bikin rencana, doi belum nge-email gue tuh. Santai, sooooobbb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi, mari kita ambil kopi dan membakar rokok untuk lebih memahami uraian saya ini &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-3167735372339545018?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/3167735372339545018/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/obrolan-warung-kopi-dan-pihi.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3167735372339545018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/3167735372339545018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/obrolan-warung-kopi-dan-pihi.html' title='Kiamat dan Perang Dunia'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwTkbJ8ETpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zHgwgx3YnIE/s72-c/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-4566457111136665109</id><published>2009-11-18T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:05:07.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own-ism'/><title type='text'>Diskursus Tentang Long Coat</title><content type='html'>Ketika saya merasa diri saya terlalu kritis menanggapi orang-orang disekeliling saya, saya merasa bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;Seperti misalnya, saya mengkritik gaya berpakaian teman saya yang terlalu berlebihan pergi kekampus, let's say dia menggunakan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt;. Saya tahu kampus saya letaknya agak diatas gunung, dingin, windy, and etc. Tapi, tidakkah anda pikir memakai &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; untuk pergi kekampus adalah suatu hal yang berlebihan? Meskipun ini kota Bandung, tapi tidak sedingin kota London saya yakin. Ketika didalam kelas anda juga harus melepas &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; itu dan kita hidup di Indonesia dimana biasanya tidak disediakan tempat untuk menggantung hal-hal sejenis itu. Dimana letak indahnya?? Dimana letak kegunaan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; itu?? Okay case closed, in one side of my mind says it is soooo over-costume.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, kemudian, apa yang salah dengan orang itu memakai &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;? toh dia tidak meminjam &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; saya. Toh dia beli &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; itu pakai uangnya sendiri, bukan uang saya. Toh menurut dia, itu stylish. Toh orang bebas menggunakan apa saja yang mereka inginkan. Toh kebebasan setiap manusia dilindungi undang-undang. Toh Indonesia negara yang demokratis. Lantas, apa yang salah?? So, in the other side of my mind says it is totally okay to wear &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Timbul titik kebingungan dan merasa bersalah telah mengkritik seseorang dimana kemudian muncul sisi yang sebenarnya membenarkan dan mensahkan hal itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali pertama saya mengikuti kelas Etika dengan dosen Bpk Cosmas Lili Alika (percaya deh, dosen ini laki-laki tulen biarpun namanya cute berat!), sebagai salah satu mata kuliah umum yang wajib saya ikuti, masalah ini kemudian diangkat. Awalnya saya bingung, apakah saya akan belajar etika dalam artian sopan santun atau tata krama (considering as if i become a diplomat, it is really important for me to behave well). Ternyata, tujuan dari kuliah saya itu adalah untuk memecahkan permasalahan etis kontemporer yang kita alami dalam hidup. Lebih kepada filsafat moral yang mengajarkan kita untuk hidup dengan benar  (pretty wise, huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari sekian banyak permasalahan etis kontemporer yang ada dan disebutkan dalam diktat saya ,salah satunya adalah permasalahan saya yang telah saya gambarkan diatas. Permasalahan tersebut lalu mengakibatkan muncul &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Disorientasi dan Disintegrasi&lt;/span&gt;. Saya yakin anda mengerti permasalahan disintegrasi, pasti sering mendengar istilah 'disintegrasi bangsa' kan? intinya perpecahan. Yang saya ingin tekankan disini yaitu munculnya &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;disorientasi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;keadaan ketika seseorang tidak tahu lagi harus berbuat apa dan muncul pergulatan pemikiran&lt;/span&gt;. Seperti pergulatan pemikiran saya tadi dan saya tidak tau bagaimana cara untuk menyikapinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Disorientasi&lt;/span&gt; ini sering muncul pada remaja, biarpun tidak menutup kemungkinan terjadi pada orang dewasa, namun remaja lebih sering mengalami hal ini. Mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;Alasan munculnya disorientasi diantaranya adalah pergesera budaya dan paradoks dalam filsafat. Dan remaja lah sasaran empuk dimana mereka sendiri belum mengerti betul tentang kebudayaan dan filsafat (maklum, dari tingkat Sekolah Dasar orang-orang Indonesia biasanya menekankan kepada anak-anak mereka tentang matematika, bukan filsafat yang pada akhirnya jauh lebih berguna daripada hitung-hitungan sialan itu).&lt;br /&gt;Seiring dengan arus globalisasi, masuknya budaya barat tidak dapat dihentikan. Wajar kalau teman saya tadi menggunakan &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; ke kampus, karena mungkin doi lagi keranjingan nonton Blair di serial &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip girl&lt;/span&gt;, misalnya. Dan perbedaan atau paradoks dalam filsafat juga turut menjadi faktor penting. Mungkin teman saya merupakan kaum liberalis nan hedonis. Mungkin dia juga penganut post-modernisme yang menyatakan bahwa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;setiap individu itu unik&lt;/span&gt; dan akan terlihat tambah unik jika anda menggunakan sesuatu yang menarik perhatian (baca: pakai &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; ditengah siang terik panas matahari gak karuan 39derajat selsius). Sedangkan saya? Saya berpegang teguh terhadap filsafat jaman yunani, seperti Decrates yang menyatakan; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku berpikir, maka aku ada,&lt;/span&gt; oleh karena ke-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt;-an saya sampai sekarang, saya masih memikirkan alasan teman saya menggunakan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; ke kampus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergulatan pemikiran terus terjadi tanpa adanya jalan keluar, intinya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wajar adanya perbedaan pendapat&lt;/span&gt;. Wajar kalo teman saya pakai &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;long coat&lt;/span&gt; ke kampus. Dan sangat wajar kalo saya mengkritik habis-habisan dan menjadikan itu bahan tertawaan (walaupun akhirnya merasa bersalah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau setelah anda membaca uraian dalam blog saya ini anda merasakan kebingungan tingkat dewa, berarti anda kemudian akan menjadi teman terdekat saya.&lt;br /&gt;Let's grab some coffee and lights the cigarettes! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146718042206687444-4566457111136665109?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/4566457111136665109/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/diskursus-tentang-long-coat.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/4566457111136665109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/4566457111136665109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/diskursus-tentang-long-coat.html' title='Diskursus Tentang Long Coat'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-7253181678531223546</id><published>2009-11-18T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:45:33.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own-ism'/><title type='text'>Confuse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;APA SIH DEFINISI DAN KRITERIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANAK GAUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwPtU8H754I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Eb5aAX1HMXc/s1600/embarrass-the-nerds.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwPtU8H754I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Eb5aAX1HMXc/s400/embarrass-the-nerds.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405424921767307138" border="0" /&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/3146718042206687444-7253181678531223546?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/7253181678531223546/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/confuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/7253181678531223546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/7253181678531223546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/confuse.html' title='Confuse!'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwPtU8H754I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Eb5aAX1HMXc/s72-c/embarrass-the-nerds.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-8260539753182281134</id><published>2009-11-17T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:46:03.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>CAT POWER : The CAT that sounds so CATchy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwK9ie1LHuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZQQqC5AlSUs/s1600/cat_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwK9ie1LHuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZQQqC5AlSUs/s320/cat_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090902887309026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent days i set up my play list for several songs from bands that known as indie one. Actually am not a typically of person that classifying songs that my ears wants to bleed-to-listen-to. But like a lot of people whose make a different box for Top 40's songs (hits and famous) and the Top Unfamous (but cool-to-death) songs. So I choose Cat Power for that unfamous but bleeding cool one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan Marshall a.k.a Cat Power (her stage name) is an American singer and song writer. She started her career on 1992 in New York City. She is known to her breathy vocals, minimalist style, sparse guitar, and piano playing. She writes a lot of songs and contribute her voice for soundtrack of some box-office movies like Juno, The Quite, The Hottest State, and My Blueberry Nights. She also does the cover version for several songs from another great musicians like Bob Dylan (Hard Times In New York Town), Oasis (Wonderwall), David Bowie (Space Oddity), The Velvet Underground (I Found a Reason), and Cat Steven (How Can I Tell You). She performed duet with Karen Elson of an English cover of Serge  Gainsbourg's "Je t'aime... moi non plus". She already had 9 albums from 1995 - 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i give you some list of her songs that i'm listening to (click to download) :&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=3638571&amp;amp;song=Free"&gt;Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=757326&amp;amp;song=Sea+of+Love"&gt;Sea Of Love&lt;/a&gt; (OST Juno)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=3642630&amp;amp;song=The+Greatest"&gt;The Greatest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=3636078&amp;amp;song=Maybe+Not"&gt;Maybe Not&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=2259619&amp;amp;song=Wonderwall"&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/a&gt; (live Oasis cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Enjoy Listening! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwLG9B0B5mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/80TA1QvGYfY/s1600/cat_power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwLG9B0B5mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/80TA1QvGYfY/s320/cat_power.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405101254559000162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwLHTT6OYzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ADDAIrhG8RI/s1600/08_catpower_lgl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwLHTT6OYzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ADDAIrhG8RI/s320/08_catpower_lgl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405101637373944626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwLGgUe4j3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wjVl64HyyV8/s1600/Cat%2BPower%2Bchan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwLGgUe4j3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wjVl64HyyV8/s320/Cat%2BPower%2Bchan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405100761354375026" border="0" /&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/3146718042206687444-8260539753182281134?l=whatso-called.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/feeds/8260539753182281134/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-power-cat-that-sounds-so-catchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/8260539753182281134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146718042206687444/posts/default/8260539753182281134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatso-called.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-power-cat-that-sounds-so-catchy.html' title='CAT POWER : The CAT that sounds so CATchy!'/><author><name>What So-Called</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078922021985556601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/S2T8knR0uJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q73Pcarip6Q/S220/13032009(010).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jK4PLt451n4/SwK9ie1LHuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZQQqC5AlSUs/s72-c/cat_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146718042206687444.post-2605299376777060627</id><published>2009-11-14T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:49:10.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job (yipppeeeyyy!)</title><content type='html'>My daily activity was just went to campus, back to my dorm room, work on all of those ass-ignment, chatting, tweeting, facebook-ing, sometimes went out with several cliques (because most of them usually busy with their own stuffs), or in the weekend having laughs with my bf.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i got a new job (GREAAATTT NEEEWWWSS!!!) yiipppeeyy! i'm so glad, because i always love the atmosphere of being busy with work stuffs (sounds weird huh? but yeah i love it rather than being busy with my campus ass-ignment even though i must admit it, most of my assignment were interesting--considering my major of International Relations thingy).&lt;br /&gt;So, I will work in Potluck Coffee Bar &amp;amp; Library. I'm gonna be one of their team as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;part-time librarian&lt;/span&gt;. cute huh? hahaha yeeeaaahhh it would be much fun i bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, i show you where i'm going to work...&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to come anytime you have a spare time &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POTLUCK Coffee Bar &amp;amp; Library&lt;br /&gt;Jln. 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