<?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-7286301</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:19:29.835+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes of...</title><subtitle type='html'>Love, dreams and hopes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-8750585459600125763</id><published>2008-04-03T12:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:44:14.359+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday by John Legend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/841HKGEVdRA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/841HKGEVdRA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am hoping someday too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-8750585459600125763?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/8750585459600125763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=8750585459600125763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/8750585459600125763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/8750585459600125763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/04/someday-by-john-legend.html' title='Someday by John Legend....'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-2035614411796927581</id><published>2008-03-29T14:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:21:05.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me honestly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was stand before you, accused of many crimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I believed that our love can still survive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wanted to make things work out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="txt_1"  &gt;How was I, to know the right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;Words were hardly spoken...&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Where did we went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, just tell me honestly&lt;br /&gt;If you're still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and tell me honestly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words will have more meaning, if I said it at certain times...&lt;br /&gt;It is never too late to say what I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;But how would you know it, if you wouldn't give me a chance to say it&lt;br /&gt;To see if everything could work out, and you'd be mine again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="txt_1"  &gt;Honey, just tell me honestly&lt;br /&gt;If you're still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and tell me honestly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="txt_1"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-2035614411796927581?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/2035614411796927581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=2035614411796927581' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2035614411796927581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2035614411796927581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/03/tell-me-honestly.html' title='Tell me honestly...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-2296730061508635790</id><published>2008-03-28T16:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:16:14.097+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;What have I done for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;what have I done for us to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;that wasn't promises I gone now they're gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me whats wrong with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;please let me know if you're looking for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;something we could keep together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes I feel I'm in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;and sometimes I don't know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;we could be happy together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;and we could find away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wish you would want that too dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-2296730061508635790?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/2296730061508635790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=2296730061508635790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2296730061508635790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2296730061508635790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-have-i-done.html' title='What have I done???'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-4879224883874782866</id><published>2008-03-26T17:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:02:15.562+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massimo is back....</title><content type='html'>Keren abis.....&lt;br /&gt;Bikin termehe2 kan... Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo sempre dah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-4879224883874782866?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/4879224883874782866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=4879224883874782866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/4879224883874782866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/4879224883874782866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/03/massimo-is-back.html' title='Massimo is back....'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-6419733975151799335</id><published>2008-03-26T17:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:54:35.192+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massimo - Something in the way she moves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLyoG3GVO-k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLyoG3GVO-k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-6419733975151799335?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/6419733975151799335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=6419733975151799335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6419733975151799335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6419733975151799335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/03/massimo.html' title='Massimo - Something in the way she moves...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-5425060545263181832</id><published>2008-03-26T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:08:34.955+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something in the way she moves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;    There's something in the way she moves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Or looks my way, or calls my name, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;That seems to leave this troubled world behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And if I'm feeling down and blue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Or troubled by some foolish game, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She always seems to make me change my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I feel fine anytime she's around me now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She's around me now, almost all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She's been with me now quite a long, long time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I feel fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I find myself careening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Into places where I should not let me go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She has the power to go where no one else can find me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And to silently remind me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Of the happiness and the good times that I know, got to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It isn't what she's got to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But how she thinks and where she's been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;To me, the words are nice, the way they sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I like to hear them best that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It doesn't much matter what they mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If she says them mostly just to calm me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Anybody want to sing this song for me? &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-5425060545263181832?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/5425060545263181832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=5425060545263181832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5425060545263181832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5425060545263181832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-something-in-way-she-moves-or.html' title='Something in the way she moves...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-1130484556100631849</id><published>2008-03-26T17:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:16:19.181+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="txt_1"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2h74NERT0ps&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2h74NERT0ps&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before you, accused of many crimes...&lt;br /&gt;But I want to believe that love can still survive&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to say it, I don’t have to read your mind&lt;br /&gt;To know the emptiness that’s finally arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I, to know the right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;Words were hardly spoken, so where did I go wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me honestly, if you’re still in love me...&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my eyes, honestly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words will have more meaning, if they’re said at certain times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I need you now so I can feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="txt_1"  &gt; How would you know it, you won’t give me sometime&lt;br /&gt;To see if everything could work out, and you’d be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, will love be lost forever but someday I will find&lt;br /&gt;The world we’ve all been searching for&lt;br /&gt;Or just some peace of mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me honestly, if you’re still loving me&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my eyes, honestly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the night I sit and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Must be more to laugh, I’m sure that&lt;br /&gt;Days and years gone by while I am&lt;br /&gt;Living with the..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lonely feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-1130484556100631849?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/1130484556100631849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=1130484556100631849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/1130484556100631849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/1130484556100631849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/03/honestly.html' title='Honestly...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-6931478126166451770</id><published>2008-03-14T15:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:04:07.558+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will survive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First I was afraid, I was petrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kept thinking I could never live, without you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I grew strong, I learned how to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so you're back, from outer space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just walked in to find you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with that sad look upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have changed my stupid lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have made you leave your key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I had known for just one second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'd be back to bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on now go walk out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just turn around now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause you're not welcome anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you think I'd crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you think I'd lay down and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no, not I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as i know how to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I will stay alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'll survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It took all the strength I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kept trying hard to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pieces of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I spent oh so many nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just feeling sorry for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I hold my head up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not that chained up little person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so you felt like dropping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and just expect me to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now I'm saving all my loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for someone who's loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-6931478126166451770?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-1199509231128433739</id><published>2008-03-12T17:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:06:34.881+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears from a woman's eyes...</title><content type='html'>A girl won't cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;Except in front of the person who she love the most, she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl won't cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;only when she love you the most, she put down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries because of you, please hold her hands firmly,&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who would stay with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries because of you, please don't give her up,&lt;br /&gt;maybe because of your decision, you ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries right infront of you,&lt;br /&gt;When she cries because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Can u see and feel the pain and hurt she's feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which other girl have cried with pure sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;In front of you, and because of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she wants sympathy or pity,&lt;br /&gt;She cries, because crying silently is no longer possible,&lt;br /&gt;the pain, hurt, and agony have become too big a burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;Think about it,&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out to you,&lt;br /&gt;And all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to look back on what you have done,&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it,&lt;br /&gt;Because one day,&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late to say "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends...&lt;br /&gt;Ponder this message seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do this to a girl,&lt;br /&gt;You may regret for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in your life,&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one that love YOU the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one falls in love by CHOICE, it is by CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;No one stays in love by CHANCE, it is by WORK&lt;br /&gt;And no one falls out of love by CHANCE, it is by CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken from : katlustana.multiply.com/journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm sorry I used your words Kat's, but I think you got the point here. Thanks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-1199509231128433739?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/1199509231128433739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=1199509231128433739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/1199509231128433739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/1199509231128433739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/03/tears-from-womans-eyes.html' title='Tears from a woman&apos;s eyes...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-8930077399511414948</id><published>2008-03-12T17:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:58:34.969+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you heal a broken heart...</title><content type='html'>Please someone tell me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-8930077399511414948?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/8930077399511414948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=8930077399511414948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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quiet all day&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not reply my message&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're busy&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're distant&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're closed up to me&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're pissed of&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you make me addicted&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you make me feel up then make me feel down&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you make me cry at nights&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you make me upset&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're messing up my life&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you make me laugh then make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you love me now&lt;br /&gt;I hate your Paris trip&lt;br /&gt;I hate your Australian trip&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feelings I have for you now&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you said not to worry&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way how my life turned around you&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I want you&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about you now&lt;br /&gt;I just really hate the way you make feel right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-9166173856870477404?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/9166173856870477404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=9166173856870477404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/9166173856870477404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/9166173856870477404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/02/15-or-more-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='Things I hate about you now...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-2521719983928171633</id><published>2008-02-03T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:00:02.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings...</title><content type='html'>Someone told me that I should try to change&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it will bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;I cannot change what I am completely,&lt;br /&gt;but I rather you be mean than love and lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by saying sorry&lt;br /&gt;I wish maybe it will make you open up to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt call you a liar&lt;br /&gt;I just think that you're hiding some facts from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand that maybe you doing that because you don't want to get me upset,&lt;br /&gt;or you don't want to hurt me, or you don't want to lose me, or maybe you are fed up with my emotional things&lt;br /&gt;Just open up to me dear, and help me to understand&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe we can make this thing work...&lt;br /&gt;If we really want it to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-2521719983928171633?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/2521719983928171633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=2521719983928171633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2521719983928171633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2521719983928171633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-2000347389984869933</id><published>2008-02-03T21:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:47:38.941+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss so many things...</title><content type='html'>I miss so many things dear...&lt;br /&gt;Millions of beautiful things and beautiful moments we have share together&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go now?&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our laughs&lt;br /&gt;I miss our long conversation during the night&lt;br /&gt;I miss your stories&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we kiss on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we make love on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about us&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we feel so in love with each other&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you so crazy about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did all go dear?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one who made it disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one who pushed you away from me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we go on and maybe try to make it work again?&lt;br /&gt;Or should we stop before its too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true to say that when you need your love ones the most,&lt;br /&gt;it is the time when he turns their back on you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-2000347389984869933?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/2000347389984869933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=2000347389984869933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2000347389984869933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2000347389984869933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-so-many-things.html' title='I miss so many things...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-3225786766182232122</id><published>2008-02-03T01:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:30:25.241+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                        I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry for everything I’ve said and done all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything that hurts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything that upsets you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for everytime I got you into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for every upset moments I caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for every emotional moments I caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for all the bad words, bad thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for your every nightmares, every bad moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for everything that I forget to say here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for being difficult, I’m sorry for every burden and obligations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m so sorry for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for every fights, every arguments, every jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for not listening to you.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry too for all the times you’re feeling like a zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for being difficult, I’m sorry for all the bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for neglecting your needs. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for all the angers, all the frustrations, all the desperation feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for your unhappy moments.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve said all this because I think its time for me to realize all my mistakes all this time and its time to say sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I owe you a big apology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have other sorry to say, but I just cant remember it all now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will when I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think about what I said and I hope that you forgive me.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for all the troubles I caused you at home and at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m just trying to be a better person, a better person than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So maybe I’ll forgive myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m trying to start new pages for me and I hope for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m trying to understand myself better and understand you and us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can only show love and understanding and support now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t have anything else to give.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only want to say I’m sorry and hope it’s the right time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you so much and that’s all I can give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing more.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m sorry for never being so understanding.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel sorry for all the bad things that has happened.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said all these things because I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its time I should say sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have give you lots of had times without realizing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shouldn’t do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It wont do any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think we’re not going anywhere if I don’t start to change and start to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I start by saying sorry.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel that the more I get upset or emotional over things, the more I push you away from me.  The more I get upset, the more you feel resistant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you are tired and have enough dealing with all these emotions with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re unhappy with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I feel you got tired of dealing with all of my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don’t want that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All my emotional things just keep push you away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don’t feel fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve been not fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its not alright when I keep pushing you away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its not alright when without realizing it I done things that pull yourself back away from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn’t make you laugh as much as I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m not fun to be with anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have negative communication.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m hoping you’re not going to see or judge all of my emotional things in a general way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve learned things along the way and I’m learning how to be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I’ve learned to control myself a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve been through so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I’m learning everything. I hope.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its not alright when I done nothing but keep you pull yourself away from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes two in everything, and its time for me to do something.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The negative vibes don’t help anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not myself, not you, not us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve been feeling these negative vibes, but I didn’t realize it till recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve been giving it to everyone, including you, us, so I should start making it positive again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Start from you and us, maybe it will make my life better.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I start control my emotions and stop sending negative vibes, maybe it will do us good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And do me good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I start by saying sorry.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just hope someday I get my old boyfriend back..&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-3225786766182232122?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/3225786766182232122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=3225786766182232122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/3225786766182232122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/3225786766182232122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-wanted-to-say-that-im-so-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-6007399382170154208</id><published>2008-01-25T11:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:31:47.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish you could have been truth to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will not judge you for anything, I just want you to be honest with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am emotional person, and we both know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I've been trying to control myself since what happened last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I just want you to appreciate me for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A woman has strong feeling about certain things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I think I've been holding it for quite long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If your feeling has change for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you want someone else instead of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then lets deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you still want us to be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then get over it the feelings you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then maybe we can have normal relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-6007399382170154208?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/6007399382170154208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=6007399382170154208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6007399382170154208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6007399382170154208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/01/honesty.html' title='Honesty...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-7090329131471328363</id><published>2008-01-01T20:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:49:30.769+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Girl (honey) I'm in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This ain't the honeymoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past the infatuation phase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right in the thick of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times we get sick of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems like we argue everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know i misbehaved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you made your mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we both still got room left to grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though love sometimes hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still (always) put you first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And (I hope) we'll make this thing work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I think we should take it slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause we're ordinary people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we should take it slow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This ain't a movie no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fairy tale conclusion ya'll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It gets more confusing everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's heaven sent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we head back to hell again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We kiss and we make up on the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hang up you call (I call you hang up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We rise and we fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we feel like just walking away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As our love advances&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We take second chances&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it's not a fantasy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I (always) still want you to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we'll live and learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we'll crash and burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you'll return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you'll never fight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we won't survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But maybe we'll grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We never know baby, you and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From John Legend : Ordinary People with some changes.&lt;br /&gt;This song always puts a lump in my throat whenever I heard it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-7090329131471328363?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jQ4jO4AwFY' title='Ordinary People...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/7090329131471328363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=7090329131471328363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/7090329131471328363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/7090329131471328363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/01/ordinary-people.html' title='Ordinary People...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-6623435921019552005</id><published>2008-01-01T20:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:33:18.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I got to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I got to do to make you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I got to do to make you care?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when lightning strikes me?&lt;br /&gt;And I wake to find that you're not there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got to do to make you want me?&lt;br /&gt;What I got to do to be heard?&lt;br /&gt;What do I say when it's all over?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry seems to be the hardest word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-6623435921019552005?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/6623435921019552005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=6623435921019552005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6623435921019552005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6623435921019552005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-i-got-to-do.html' title='What I got to do?'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-4828762297113515473</id><published>2008-01-01T20:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:22:57.397+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walks away from me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ever imagine what it feels like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;being hurt by someone that you care for,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever imagine that every effort that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gave was thrown away without a trace,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever imagine when you need the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but never come to close?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That moment has exist &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and given me a truly miss,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried to recover, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tried to face the reality,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it seems nobody beside me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I expect when that moment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had swallowed me alive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For sure I took the lesson, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for real I gave everything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And up till now my efforts are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;relentlessly of achieving &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirit back to live,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And walks away from my shadow of life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From : somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-4828762297113515473?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-5898805448486673317</id><published>2007-12-24T21:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T21:53:25.098+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel...</title><content type='html'>How I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have given so many,&lt;br /&gt;yet I received so less...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I worked my ass out,&lt;br /&gt;trying to make it work,&lt;br /&gt;but no one helping me...&lt;br /&gt;I feel hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost,&lt;br /&gt;I feel unloved,&lt;br /&gt;I feel uncare,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-5898805448486673317?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/5898805448486673317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=5898805448486673317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5898805448486673317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5898805448486673317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-i-feel.html' title='How I feel...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-937606312327163543</id><published>2007-11-22T17:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:06:23.834+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half awake and half asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever laid there thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it all a dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you reach out and he's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every moment, everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How far a heart can fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever stayed up waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a telephone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to hear him say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause you miss each other so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have there been times to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And times you really want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding reasons to believe him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause you'd die a little if he lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when in times of doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever tried to work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still he leaves you wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What its all about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when he's far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt the need to stray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And tried and then discovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just doesn't pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause with him, you can be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And with him, you can be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when the night comes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you call your house a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you dream you're still together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And wake up alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way that I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-937606312327163543?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-6025363381310226624</id><published>2007-11-09T21:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:50:04.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m so tired sometimes. Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired, trying to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired, reaching out to you but you’re not reaching me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a real messed lately, I hope that this is not mess up too. This relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would say:&lt;br /&gt;I am asking too much questions&lt;br /&gt;I am worrying about silly things&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping an eye on him&lt;br /&gt;I do not trust him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe I have reasons to do that…&lt;br /&gt;He is just turning so cold&lt;br /&gt;He seems that he lose interest of me&lt;br /&gt;He seems not having the passion for me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do now?&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying every day all the time to make it work&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to keep the communication alive&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to reach him but seem that he is not reaching me back&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to keep the romance but he is just so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking over and over again, “what the hell is wrong with us?”&lt;br /&gt;“What do I do wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;“Could you please tell me what the hell is wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying all alone here.&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask for some help?&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-6025363381310226624?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/6025363381310226624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=6025363381310226624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6025363381310226624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6025363381310226624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/11/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-2879503183746001426</id><published>2007-10-29T21:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:47:48.947+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Fed up living around the phone”&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa… He fed up living around our only to be contacted? Our only communication tool?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what do you think it made me feel?&lt;br /&gt;It felt like “He fed up with me, with our relationship”&lt;br /&gt;For now, I couldn’t find another way.&lt;br /&gt;Phone has become important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;If I can find another way, don’t you think I will do it?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. I’m speechless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He wants someone to hold”&lt;br /&gt;And the way he said it, it felt like “he wants to end this”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up too.&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up when I want to talk to him I have to ask first, “can we talk?”&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up waiting for sms in the morning and at night, sometimes all day&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up trying alone to make it work&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up when I really want to talk for hours, I have to ask “can we talk longer today?”&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up feeling that he would always go when his friend asked, but not when I asked&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up looking at the phone in the morning, said “no new messages”&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up asking everyday “will let me know when you’re home?”&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up always to be the first person sending sms&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’m fed up and tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-2879503183746001426?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/2879503183746001426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=2879503183746001426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2879503183746001426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2879503183746001426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/10/fed-up.html' title='Fed Up...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-3739744228163000675</id><published>2007-10-03T14:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:58:10.055+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could not ask for more, could I?</title><content type='html'>Australian Trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I say about that?&lt;br /&gt;What could I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is...&lt;br /&gt;Australia trip? I thought, ok I'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;Staying at friend's house? I thought, wait a minute... What the hell is that suppose to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not really like the idea of Australia trip, but I really really dont like the idea of staying at friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;I never like it. I never said anything, but I have bad feelings about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked that he come after Australia, I asked him not to cut my holiday short.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I asked.&lt;br /&gt;So, I could not ask for more, could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like it at all. Its not something normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I was only being unreasonable right? and I didnt make any sense, right?&lt;br /&gt;So, I could not say anything more, could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, someone strongly adviced not to stay at friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;And he said, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Where do I stand all this time then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not ask for more, could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mixture feelings of hurt, sad, disappointed, mad, confused, lonely, bad mood...-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-3739744228163000675?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/3739744228163000675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=3739744228163000675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/3739744228163000675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/3739744228163000675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/10/could-not-ask-for-more-could-i.html' title='Could not ask for more, could I?'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-2103532230899083422</id><published>2007-10-03T11:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:40:14.049+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem by E.E. Cummings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am never without it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhere I go, you go, my dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And whatever is done by only me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is your doing, my darling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fear no fate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you are my fate, my sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want no world, for, beautiful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my world, my true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the deepest secret no one knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the root of the root&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the bud of the bud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which grows higher than the soul can hope,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or mind can hide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-2103532230899083422?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/2103532230899083422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=2103532230899083422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2103532230899083422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2103532230899083422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/10/poem-by-ee-cummings.html' title='Poem by E.E. Cummings...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-5615827362914205402</id><published>2007-09-24T12:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:47:11.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollow...</title><content type='html'>Yes hollow...&lt;br /&gt;So hollow I have been for the last few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really don't know how I should feel&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;Worthless...&lt;br /&gt;Trustless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I feel so insecure? So uncomfortable? Afraid? Scare?&lt;br /&gt;Why there should be someone else around?&lt;br /&gt;Someone that always make me feel insecure?&lt;br /&gt;Why she's always be the good one?&lt;br /&gt;Why she'a always around?&lt;br /&gt;Why her? From all of the people why her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts a lot.. It hurts too much..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just end it, If I was going to feel this way forever...&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts...&lt;br /&gt;Too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;Too much to hold.&lt;br /&gt;How much longer I can take it?&lt;br /&gt;A year?&lt;br /&gt;Two years?&lt;br /&gt;Five years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I always be the bad one here?&lt;br /&gt;Will I always be the wrong one?&lt;br /&gt;Will I always be the jerk one?&lt;br /&gt;Will I always be the less trustworthy one?&lt;br /&gt;Will I always get the less respect here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect? What can I hope for a little bit of respect?&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for them to respect my values and understand it..&lt;br /&gt;Some things that dont mean anything, may mean a great thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Some things that is normal, may not normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;Some things that they dont care at all, well FOR GOD SAKE, "I do care!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetheart?" Is it meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;"Honey?" Meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;"Darling?" Meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;Its GODDAMN something for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-5615827362914205402?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/5615827362914205402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=5615827362914205402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5615827362914205402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5615827362914205402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/09/hollow.html' title='Hollow...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-7470045133452327628</id><published>2007-09-24T12:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:27:51.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I knew I had won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took your soul out into the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You changed my life and all my goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart was blinded by you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you well, I know your smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been addicted to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as you move on, remember me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember us and all we used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd be the father of your child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know your fears and you know mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot live without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In mine when I'm asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will bear my soul in time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-7470045133452327628?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/7470045133452327628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=7470045133452327628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/7470045133452327628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/7470045133452327628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye My Lover...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-5385415894441798854</id><published>2007-09-24T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:23:56.019+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's over and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the heartache lives on inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And who's the one you're clinging to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Instead of me tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And where are you now, now that I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears on my pillow wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll never see me fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the words of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's just emotion taking me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caught up in sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lost in the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But if you don't come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come home to me, darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goodnight, goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm there at your side,I'm part of all the things you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But you've got a part of someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You've got to find your shining star&lt;br /&gt;And where are you now, now that I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears on my pillow wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll never see me fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the words of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's just emotion taking me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caught up in sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lost in the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But if you don't come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come home to me, darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goodnight, goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And where are you now, now that I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears on my pillow wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll never see me fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the words of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's just emotion taking me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caught up in sorrowLost in the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But if you don't come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come home to me, darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-5385415894441798854?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/5385415894441798854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=5385415894441798854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5385415894441798854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5385415894441798854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/09/emotions.html' title='Emotions...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-2814897298097134956</id><published>2007-07-28T23:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:33:31.077+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Heart...</title><content type='html'>My heart still bleeding. It wont stop. Someone stabbed a knife in my heart and the knife still stay.. Somehow no one cant take it out. It stays and keep bleeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, few times it felt like someone will succeed to take it out.. Maybe just an inch. Then suddenly it goes deeper than before, so much deeper that it is impossible to take out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take a lot of effort, much more effort. And it will leave a big scar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart still bleeding..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-2814897298097134956?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/2814897298097134956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=2814897298097134956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2814897298097134956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2814897298097134956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/07/bleeding-heart_28.html' title='Bleeding Heart...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-3352293986398617665</id><published>2007-07-28T22:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:17:30.149+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can we do?</title><content type='html'>Yes right. What can we do? It hurts when someone you love ask you that. It feels like we cant do anything to make it works. Is it really nothing we can do? Nothing at all to make all work? Nothing to be together? Nothing at all, even just to be together in any way?&lt;br /&gt;Can we just try to spend every possible time we have to be together? Maybe not together, together. But there's always another way to be together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. A friend sent me somee quotes... It said that "Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste theirtime on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true. I just dont know what to do. It just felt that I was doing it all alone.&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that I should try to spend every possible time I have to be together and make the most of it and hoping it can strengthen the relationship. Well, I'm trying with hope that maybe he will feel the same, and feel comitted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost for words, and I feel i'm starting to lose hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-3352293986398617665?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/3352293986398617665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=3352293986398617665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/3352293986398617665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/3352293986398617665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-can-we-do.html' title='What can we do?'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-6392922605611601595</id><published>2007-07-20T17:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:00:12.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued...</title><content type='html'>I'm raised the eastern way. I'm raised with certain values that taught me that there are some things that you can not crossed in a relationships. I'm raised with certain norms based on my religion. Even though I'm quite more modern than many people, those values are stick in my heart. I've learned along the way that I may not perfect, but I still hold some values my society taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, sometimes it will still hard to accept the western way. I could not just take it for granted. Its hard... Ok, i'm babling now. I'd better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some stupid mistakes in my life. And I just did maybe the biggest one. I screwed up. You could say that I was out of the line. And you are allowed to be nasty with me. I never wanted to hurt anyone, or ruined anyone's life. I just wanted to show that I'm hurt, more than anyone ever imagine. I just wanted to say, "Please, dont take him away from me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up. I admitted. I should have be more careful of what I was going to say. I thought of what I was going to say carefully. I could be more nasty, but I did not do it. Because it will only take him away from me. I did not mean to say anything that hurts. I did not know that someone else have access. I did not know that I could only use the email for emergency. I swear I did not know all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up big time ok. More than he screwed it up. BIG! But he screwed up too. I realised that if I screw up again, I'm going to ruin everyone's life. Me, him, her and him. But I also realised that if he screw up again, it seems that the only life's going to ruin is mine. Not his, not theirs. I will keep my promise. I wont cross that line again. I wont screw up. I will just keep my mouth  shut and my hands up. I wont cross that line they have. I will just stay put where I am.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard, I'm just the kind of person who worries too much. I over react quite a lot of times. But thats just who I am. "You can not control someone's actions." I can not, I know. But sometimes its just too much to bear knowing that there are times I feel like I dont mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do right? I just need to control my emotions. Just be myself, and show him that I love him. I love him more than I ever love anyone.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-6392922605611601595?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/6392922605611601595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=6392922605611601595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6392922605611601595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/6392922605611601595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/07/continued.html' title='Continued...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-8647807004931244565</id><published>2007-07-19T17:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:53:11.058+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Fucking Months!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm having the hardest ******* months in my life! Its hard and breaking my heart...&lt;br /&gt;I dont know...&lt;br /&gt;First, my holiday with my boyfriend did not go well. We were arguing too much, or I was complaining too much to be exactly. Most of it were my faults. I admitted that. We did not feel many romance sparkling like our last holiday. It was not bad, but did not go exactly as we wanted to be. I really don't know what the problem was. I think that I couldnt or I was not used to show any romances in front of other people. Or maybe I just had too many things in my mind. That week I had several tests for the Sampoerna Foundation Scholarship, so I could not spend whole time with him. I had to study and work too. So I think it really was my faults.&lt;br /&gt;I love him more than before. It doesnt mean that I dont love him before. Its just that I have so much love inside me but I cannot show him how much.&lt;br /&gt;As he left, it tore me apart. I wanted him to stay. Its always hard, and harder each time when its time for goodbyes. I had a hard week after he left. I felt like zombie. I felt like a robot. I did only the things what everyone asked of me. I couldnt concentrate and had hard times to stay focus. It was worst for me and it was not good at all. I needed him, at least to hold on to and to lean on.. But I couldnt reach him, he gets farther and farther each day... I dont know what is wrong with us. We dont know whats happening with us. Maybe its only because we are busy at that moment and hope that everything will get back to normal. Well it doesnt, everything get worst. I dont know what to say or do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both crossed the line. We screwed up everything. He kissed a friend. He broke a promise once he promised me that nothing will ever happen between them, regardless of what happen in the past. It breaks me apart. To pieces. My heart and maybe part of my life. I am still falling apart. It was too much. Too painful. I couldnt end it because I love him, and I can not afford to lose him. I can not live without him. It will be too hard to bear. A lot of things going on my mind. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe because something is wrong, then he might need something to release it. I dont know. It was just too hard. It still is. I'm still shaking just to think about it. But I know I have to live with it, all my life.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, because this is what I've been afraid all this time. Or maybe this is what I'm always afraid of then it happen. I dont know... It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm trying to live with it, because there is nothing I can do. Someone told me that I cant control this thing. I just have to live with it. I just have to love him just as he is. Its his choice whether he wants to stay with me or not. Thats what a friend told me. He's really nice guy, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did something that ruined everything. I wish I could turn back the time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-8647807004931244565?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/8647807004931244565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=8647807004931244565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/8647807004931244565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/8647807004931244565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2007/07/rough-fucking-months.html' title='Rough Fucking Months!!!'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-2223610408078619980</id><published>2006-09-07T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:43:45.648+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Works!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Crazy! Mad! Nuts! Lunatic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I don't know what other words that could describe this crazy crazy works!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this project for two continuous weeks now. And it doesn't show any sign to finish! I've been up early and go home late at night for two weeks.....&lt;br /&gt;My body is aching everywhere. My head wont stop spinning. I don't know what else. My blood pressure, high or low... Its just crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when its over, and they find out you do one simple mistake, they will kill you. "The Black Sheeps". Here we are the black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I saw the assistant manager at my office, I never like him. Until now. Even now he's in charge of this project. He is someone I could never work with, never cooperate with. The communications between us never go so well. SO, I never expected a good result working with him, because I know I could never ever work well with him.&lt;br /&gt;He's just someone I really don't like right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it feels like I want to resign right now. Right at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;The company not healthy, not to mention the environment.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'll find a new job soon so I could resign as soon as possible from there. Oh I wish GOD...&lt;br /&gt;Enough of him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my honey bunny, I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-2223610408078619980?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/2223610408078619980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=2223610408078619980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2223610408078619980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/2223610408078619980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy-works.html' title='Crazy Works!!!!'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115495437615082533</id><published>2006-08-07T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:39:36.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer #5...</title><content type='html'>"No, I will love you as long as you love me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115495437615082533?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115495437615082533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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always come on this earth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115495429602449124?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115495429602449124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115495429602449124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115495429602449124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115495429602449124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/answer-4.html' title='Answer #4...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115495422461462772</id><published>2006-08-07T19:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:37:04.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer #3...</title><content type='html'>"No, I will love you forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115495422461462772?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115495422461462772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115495422461462772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115495416167293501?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115495416167293501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115495416167293501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115495416167293501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115495416167293501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/answer-2.html' title='Answer #2...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115495407888657795</id><published>2006-08-07T19:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:34:38.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer...</title><content type='html'>"No, I will love you for the rest of mine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115495407888657795?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115495407888657795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115495407888657795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115495407888657795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115495407888657795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/answer.html' title='Answer...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115492338062504382</id><published>2006-08-07T10:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:03:00.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question...</title><content type='html'>"Will you love me for the rest of my life?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115492338062504382?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115492338062504382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115492338062504382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115492338062504382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115492338062504382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/question.html' title='Question...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115465597426804295</id><published>2006-08-04T08:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:47:16.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with a person, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115465597426804295?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115465597426804295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115465597426804295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115465597426804295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115465597426804295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/quote-of-day_04.html' title='Quote of the day...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115452078730049682</id><published>2006-08-02T19:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:13:07.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>A movie quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one taken from a movie "the Runaway Bride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I guarantee there will be tough times; I guarantee that at some point, one, or both of us is gonna wanna get out of this thing; But I also guarantee, that if I don’t ask you to be mine, I will regret it for the rest of my life... because I know in my heart, that you’re the only one for me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... sweet... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115452078730049682?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115452078730049682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115452078730049682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115452078730049682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115452078730049682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115450891549758107</id><published>2006-08-02T15:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:01:15.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only reminds me of you by St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my favorite songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see you beside me&lt;br /&gt;it's only a dream,&lt;br /&gt;a vision of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;the laughter, the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;pictures in time&lt;br /&gt;fading to memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;How could I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;is it too late to let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;but each place I hide&lt;br /&gt;it only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;when I turn out all the light&lt;br /&gt;even the night&lt;br /&gt;it only reminds me of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed my freedom&lt;br /&gt;that's what I thought&lt;br /&gt;but I was a fool to believe&lt;br /&gt;my heart lied while you cried&lt;br /&gt;rivers of tears but I was too blind to see ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we've been though before&lt;br /&gt;now it means so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;but each place I hide&lt;br /&gt;it only reminds me of you...&lt;br /&gt;When I turn out all the light&lt;br /&gt;even the night&lt;br /&gt;it only reminds me of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;is it too late to let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;but each place I hide&lt;br /&gt;it only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;when I turn out all the light&lt;br /&gt;even the night it only reminds me of you...&lt;br /&gt;Only reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115450891549758107?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115448432110155615</id><published>2006-08-02T09:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T09:05:21.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Gift...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is to hold you forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I need is you more every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You saved my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From being broken apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave your love away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’m thankful every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the gift...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115448432110155615?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115448432110155615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115448432110155615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115448432110155615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115448432110155615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/gift.html' title='the Gift...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115443309561282094</id><published>2006-08-01T18:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:51:35.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certificate "A"...</title><content type='html'>Hey, good news!!!&lt;br /&gt;I passed my exams for Certificate "A" in Indonesian Institute of Tax Consultants!! Yuhuuuu... Its a long two  years to finally pass that exam! The grades are not too good, but hey its above pass limit. No matter I'm pass, so I wont have to take the whole exam again... Lol..&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but dont let myself to get too carried away. I still have to pass two more certificates, B and C. Oh that will be a really long journey for that! Just take it easy one step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;I plan to take the Certificate "B" this year. And I don't want to take two years to get it. Maybe one year is enough. It should be enough. So there's a lot to learn from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break a leg... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115443309561282094?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115443309561282094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115443309561282094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115443309561282094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115443309561282094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/certificate.html' title='Certificate &quot;A&quot;...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115443261306328671</id><published>2006-08-01T18:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:43:33.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>Lol...&lt;br /&gt;You know what?!&lt;br /&gt;I now have a new reminder. Reminder for my blog. Someone who keep telling me to write here everyday!!! Lol... My boyfriend, my honey. He keeps telling me everyday, "hey you should write a blog today" or "hey you didnt write a blog today"... How sweet of him. :) but sometimes i just cant write it everyday or spend a little time to write. It needs full concentration. A little distraction will destroy it all. Anyway, I also have something to do to help my friend. He created a software about taxation laws, where  you can find any taxation laws you need. He asked me to add some stuff about tax for the new edition. Since I said yes, so I've been trying to work it out since last week before, between or after working hours. :) So I spent most of those times working it out. Thats why I haven't had time to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also my friend who likes seeing me writing a blog. Its my canadian friend. He even created one blog especially for me!!! How nice of him... But too bad, I still couldnt find the time. Anyway, why write in two blogs? Well, maybe i'll try later when i have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm... I'll write another post in a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115443261306328671?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115443261306328671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115443261306328671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115443261306328671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115443261306328671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/08/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115406257000323511</id><published>2006-07-28T08:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:56:10.090+07:00</updated><title type='text'>..........................................</title><content type='html'>"Dead End?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... its cloudy day out there. Like me, cloudy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had (another) argument last night with my boyfriend. Like we always did recently... Or I think I had. I don't know whats happening with us, or with me for exactly. Its always me whining and complaining... I'm sorry, thats just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that I didnt trust him and "Lack of trust = Deadend!"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he start giving up on me now. But I haven't and I will never giving up on us...&lt;br /&gt;Last night was not about trust. I just didnt know which one is true of what he said to me. Not about trust at all. Maybe he thought that way. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started by simple things. First he said he will try to call me, then he said he dont know if he will or not. When i said, "so you wont call me tonight?", he said that he dont have the phone card. Do you see what I mean here? First he said "a", then "b", then "c". Then I really didnt know which one is true, what he meant by all those sentences. If he knew he dont have the cards, why he said he would try to call me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry if I didnt get what he meant by those sentences, but it got me confused and felt like I'm in the middle of nowhere. And then he left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about who's to blame. Its not always guys fault but I could always take the blame too. I'm sorry if I did a mistake. I never afraid to admit that. Maybe its just that we really are lack of communication these days. We didnt talk as much as we used to. I dont want to have another arguments with him. Sometimes I didnt even know what we're arguing or fighting about. Thats just me, being selfish silly of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. I miss us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115406257000323511?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115406257000323511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115406257000323511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115406257000323511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115406257000323511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='..........................................'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115398612429732131</id><published>2006-07-27T14:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:42:04.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten things I hate about you...</title><content type='html'>I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. - "&lt;em&gt;Ten Things I Hate About You"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115398612429732131?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115398612429732131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115398612429732131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115398612429732131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115398612429732131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/07/ten-things-i-hate-about-you_27.html' title='Ten things I hate about you...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115398236700401517</id><published>2006-07-27T13:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:39:27.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Phew, its so hot out there! And I dont really feel well either. Office still the the same, too many loud speaker everywhere. Cant I just have one day of peace???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I just realized that my shirt is smelly!!! and my hair too!!! Damn! It must be because I ate lunch there, smoky places. :( Now i have to spend the rest of the day smelling myself. I'll figure out to get rid of the smell later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey honey, I know phone is expensive!!! I knew it ages ago!!! Why you just realize it now???&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love you..... Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115398236700401517?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115398236700401517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115398236700401517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115398236700401517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115398236700401517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-115392372135818468</id><published>2006-07-26T21:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:22:01.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>working late...</title><content type='html'>Fuih... Today I finished a calculation for fixed asset depreciation! Fussy client! :) I wondered why they asked just the fiscal depreciation... Hmmm... Never mind! One down, millions to go... Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my honey just created his own blog today. He said that i never told him that i have this blog!!! I told him millions of time! Well, not millions, but at least few times. He just never opened it. So honey, now you know that I have this blog for two years now! You'd better remember the address I gave you... Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listening this song, "If ever you're in my arms again" by Peabo Bryson. If i'm listening to this song, I will remember the first soap opera that played in Indonesia. Its called "Santa Barbara".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If ever you're in my arms again, this time I love you much better...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If ever you're in my arms again, this time I love you forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time will never end...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just have so much to do that makes me confuse what to do first!!! Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;OK lets calm down... First thing first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-115392372135818468?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/115392372135818468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=115392372135818468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115392372135818468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/115392372135818468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/07/working-late.html' title='working late...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-113836243486625868</id><published>2006-01-27T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T01:07:56.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have found a guy...</title><content type='html'>I have found a guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who calls me both beautiful and hot... (but beautiful first)&lt;br /&gt;who will call me every day just to hear my voice...&lt;br /&gt;who calls me when I hang up on him...&lt;br /&gt;who will stay awake to watch me sleep...&lt;br /&gt;who will let me sleep like a baby when i'm sick...&lt;br /&gt;who kiss my eyes and forehead...&lt;br /&gt;who said that i can clean my face and hand on him, but I'm still the most wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;who wants to grow old with me...&lt;br /&gt;who said that love is not just a feeling. Love is a soother, a memory, a sensation, sharing, believing and being together...&lt;br /&gt;who keeps saying that he is the luckiest man in the world to have me, the luckiest man alive...&lt;br /&gt;who keeps saying that I mean the world to him and he can't live without me...&lt;br /&gt;who said that he can't imagine a life without me...&lt;br /&gt;who said, "Love was once only a word to me coz I forgot how it felt. Then one day it all became you and more concrete as I discovered the true meaning and feeling..."&lt;br /&gt;who said that I gave him the senses to feel true love...&lt;br /&gt;who said that he is carrying his love for me with all his muscles...&lt;br /&gt;who keeps reminding me that he cares a lot about me...&lt;br /&gt;who said that my voice is sexy even when I just woke up...&lt;br /&gt;who keeps worrying me...&lt;br /&gt;who stand beside me through good and bad, through thick and thin...&lt;br /&gt;who said that I dont have to dress up in front of him...&lt;br /&gt;who said that I'm still  beautiful even in sweats...&lt;br /&gt;who thinks the world of me...&lt;br /&gt;who wants to spend his lifetime with me...&lt;br /&gt;who wants to share his life with me...&lt;br /&gt;who always be there when I need him...&lt;br /&gt;who will go through the fire if I tell him to...&lt;br /&gt;who wants nothing but my happiness...&lt;br /&gt;who makes me laugh and cry...&lt;br /&gt;who loves me the way I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honney... With every breath I take...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-113836243486625868?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/113836243486625868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=113836243486625868' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/113836243486625868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/113836243486625868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-found-guy.html' title='I have found a guy...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-113836004860236698</id><published>2006-01-27T17:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:07:28.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Find a guy...</title><content type='html'>I got this from email few weeks ago. I read it once, and I knew I have found this guy... "Its you honey..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find a guy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who calls you beautiful instead of hot...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait for the guy who kisses your forehead...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how lucky he is to have you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-113836004860236698?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/113836004860236698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=113836004860236698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/113836004860236698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/113836004860236698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/01/find-guy.html' title='Find a guy...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-113835962018220591</id><published>2006-01-25T14:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:00:20.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New job... finally...</title><content type='html'>I got new job today!!! Yeeehaaa..... Well, part of me decided to begin a new life, a new career, a challenges one. But part of me is sad for everything i left here. The colleagues, the environment, the crazy jokes, the crazy people, "curhat people"... I got everything here. I will miss it dearly. :( All i'm praying now that i will like the new place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-113835962018220591?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/113835962018220591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=113835962018220591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/113835962018220591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/113835962018220591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-job-finally.html' title='New job... finally...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-113835949985384391</id><published>2006-01-23T16:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:58:19.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been so long...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time..... I haven't write for so long. But few days ago i got "comments" about my blog. Hmmm... surprising!!! But nice, really nice. And I inspired to write again. But it wont be like before coz I will be very busy the next months. Huuuh... :( I just need to calm down, relax and start to concentrate... Then everything will going smoothly... Viva Wulan!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-113835949985384391?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/113835949985384391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=113835949985384391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/113835949985384391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/113835949985384391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-so-long.html' title='Its been so long...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-5672134933104288177</id><published>2005-07-01T23:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:04:57.621+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This poem is written for me by someone who was so special for me... a long time ago... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It started with friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but then after a while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that was not all it was meant to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it was much more than one smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can feel my heart beat so loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;calling out your name…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I cant stop shivering with delight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;being around you isnt the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I try to hide my emotions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I try hard not to let it show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I want you to know, - now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How I LOVE YOU so…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Am I too young to feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Am I too young to know what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Am I too young to make decisions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I know one thing - I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I put it here, just to reminded me that there was someone so sweet to write it for me... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-5672134933104288177?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/5672134933104288177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=5672134933104288177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5672134933104288177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/5672134933104288177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-112021105413463751</id><published>2005-07-01T16:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:44:14.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a loooooooooooooooooong time...</title><content type='html'>HI!!! It's been a very very loooonnng time since I writen something in here.....&lt;br /&gt;There are many things have happened!! I can't even describe what are they!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like so stupid... I should have wrote everything, but I dont know... I just feel reluctant to write something... I dont have enough time anyway!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a lot of things happened.. and I dont know where to start........................&lt;br /&gt;just one sentence to describe how I feel right now............... "I'm in looooooooooooooovee"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-112021105413463751?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/112021105413463751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=112021105413463751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/112021105413463751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/112021105413463751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-loooooooooooooooooong-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a loooooooooooooooooong time...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-111320648525268873</id><published>2005-03-24T09:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:01:25.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Proposal...</title><content type='html'>I got a marriage proposal today..... *shocked*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-111320648525268873?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/111320648525268873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=111320648525268873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/111320648525268873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/111320648525268873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/03/marriage-proposal.html' title='Marriage Proposal...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110938818674373434</id><published>2005-02-26T09:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T10:23:06.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you look in my eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thought I was through with love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought it was over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't need what I needed before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The never-ending story had an ending after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it hurts you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I didn't believe enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't think it could happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave up on myself long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love had me believing then it turned and closed the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't trust it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm beginning to doubt my doubts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm losing faith in my faithlesness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the grey above is clearing, becoming blue sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But here in reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It gets so confusing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are old habits hard to break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart's afraid of losing so I haven't played the game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It always seems to end the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm beginning to doubt my doubts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm losing faith in my faithlesness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the grey above is clearing, becoming blue sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm beginning to feel again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm losing what's left on my thoughtlesness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun has begun to come out in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave me something more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like I'd neever loved before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110938818674373434?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110938818674373434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110938818674373434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110938818674373434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110938818674373434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-you-look-in-my-eyes.html' title='When you look in my eyes...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110931832478188951</id><published>2005-02-25T14:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:29:19.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night...</title><content type='html'>I just heard this song again today... Not exactly like my mood, but almost... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long day and I'm ready&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting for your call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I've made up my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart aches with a hunger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the want that you were mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I cannot deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So for one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it all right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I give you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When morning awakes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I know I'll be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I feel I'll be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't you worry about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not empty on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For inside I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;That for one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I gave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110931832478188951?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110931832478188951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110931832478188951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110931832478188951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110931832478188951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-night.html' title='One Night...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110863139995580252</id><published>2005-02-17T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T16:09:59.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes of the day2...</title><content type='html'>"I love it when you look at me because for a moment I know I've crossed your mind." -- &lt;em&gt;Source Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart." -- &lt;em&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110863139995580252?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110863139995580252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110863139995580252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110863139995580252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110863139995580252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/quotes-of-day2.html' title='quotes of the day2...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110837001523094065</id><published>2005-02-14T15:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:33:35.230+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Valentine...</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day to everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was so furious!!! I don't why and how I could get so angry and sad at once... *hikshikshiks* I know that this is going to happen, I realized it a long time ago... but DAMN!!! I don't know what is happening to me... I need someone to talk but he's busy... damn!! I feel so sad, and I don't know the reason why... but I think that the true reason why I'm feeling so blue today is because I need someone today, but unfortunately there's no one to celebrate Valentine with... *hikshikshiks* how lonely my life has been for the past 24 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm frozen inside...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110837001523094065?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110837001523094065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110837001523094065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110837001523094065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110837001523094065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/lonely-valentine.html' title='Lonely Valentine...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110819161937874963</id><published>2005-02-12T13:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:00:19.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie to me...</title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't love me - lie to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're the one thing I believe&lt;br /&gt;Let it all fall down around us, if that's what's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Right now if you don't love me baby - lie to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lie to me...&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll believe&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me...&lt;br /&gt;But please don't leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a face I cannot show&lt;br /&gt;I make the rules up as I go&lt;br /&gt;So try and love me if you can&lt;br /&gt;Are you strong enough to be my man?..."&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/7286301-110819161937874963?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110819161937874963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110819161937874963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110819161937874963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110819161937874963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/lie-to-me.html' title='Lie to me...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110777731364942405</id><published>2005-02-07T18:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:55:13.650+07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes of the day...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I read new quotes... I used to read them a lot, where did the habbit go??!! where did all my habbits go??! and where did my life go??! *sighs* I've been live too long in dreams, an impossible dreams... but dreams I didn't want to give up yet, dreams that I always wish to come true someday... but damn!!! Its impossible, like trying to catch the falling stars... __wulan, all you do was just trying to make the impossible more impossible__ *hikshikshiks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the quotes I read today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never close your lips to those to whom you have opened your heart." -- Charles Dickens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To be loved is to live forever in someone's heart." -- Source Unknown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is beautiful is not always right; what is right is not always beautiful." -- Source Unknown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I reach for your hand, will you hold it? If I hold out my arms, will you hug me? If I go for your lips, will you kiss me? If I capture your heart, will you love me?" -- Source Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I’ve kissed a guy... I’ve kissed guys. I just haven’t felt that thing.... That thing... that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy, and the only thing in focus is you and this person. And you realize that that person is the only person you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment you get this amazing gift. And you wanna laugh and you wanna cry, ‘cause you feel so lucky that you’ve found it, and so scared that it’ll go away all at the same time." -- Drew Barrymore; from the movie "Never Been Kissed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was reborn when you first kissed me. Part of me died when you left me. But, now I still live, waiting for the day you return to me." -- Source Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source : library.lovingyou.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hikshikshiks...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110777731364942405?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110777731364942405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110777731364942405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110777731364942405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110777731364942405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/quotes-of-day.html' title='quotes of the day...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110742013164242960</id><published>2005-02-03T14:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T10:57:26.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>that was all??!</title><content type='html'>he was online for only 10 minutes, and only to ask what the meaning of my sms... *hikshikshiks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110742013164242960?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110742013164242960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110742013164242960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110742013164242960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110742013164242960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-was-all.html' title='that was all??!'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110740932488667992</id><published>2005-02-03T10:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:14:13.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my junior high school's friend whom I fell in love with a long time ago...</title><content type='html'>damn!!! can't concentrate enough today to continue yesterday's stories... something's bothering my mind -something that I shouldn't even have to think about- tapi bikin BT buangeeet!!! *hiks* I should have stopped by now, but everything's so confusing... but, that the consequences of being me... I knew myself too well, and I know this time I wouldn't stop until it really hurts... well, that's me, you should take it or leave it... *whew!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, now the stories continue...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bali last July with all of my colleagues here, damn it was short!! should go there again someday, for a whole week with my best friends, and with my loved ones -if that ever possible- *hikshikshiks*... yeah but still this is a place that I must visit and put it on my vacation list...&lt;br /&gt;well, not many of my friends know that I went there, only few... hey, but I got a really nice surprise on my last night there, really really nice surprise... *hehehehehe..* never thought that I could get a nice sms from him, and yes it was a "he" who sent me sms said that he missed me, though he said that jokingly, but still it was nice.. *big smiles* and the surprise continue on my way home from the airport... he called me, and yet another unexpectingly nice surprise... I can't help myself, I keep smiling on the way home, and the whole people on the bus must be think that I was crazy... *hehehe* I didn't give a damn, I was happy then... *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;and I suddenly fell in love all over again with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's nice, a nicer man than he was... I was glad that he changed, at least now I could talk to him smoothly, although I still can't look into his eyes... :) I think that he's more mature now or maybe experience with girls had made him changed from a cold guy to a more warmer guy... "waahhh, eneg banget ga se denger bahasanya"... hihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to build a new friendship with him and gladly he seemed ok with me, though he still so moody... *salah satunya sifatnya dia yg nyebelin*... _kebayang ga se pas lo pengen nelepon seseorang entah dengan alasan apa, tapi pihak satunya menanggapi dengan mood yg jelek_ well, that's him, and I get used to it now...&lt;br /&gt;and since we've been friends again, tapi gue baru bisa ajak dia nonton bulan November, setelah lebaran... wow, the struggle was really hard... but it was worth while... on that day, I realized that it would be nicer and better if we were just friends, so from that day I didn't expect something more, although the sparkles still there, and I wouldn't say no if he asked me to... *smiles* until now, I just enjoyed this friendship, he could be very talkative sometimes, more talkative than me.. *hahahahaha* I will just enjoy this friendship for the time being... but, he will always be "someone I used to fall in love with..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__ this is for you__&lt;/em&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/7286301-110740932488667992?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110740932488667992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110740932488667992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110740932488667992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110740932488667992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-junior-high-schools-friend-whom-i.html' title='my junior high school&apos;s friend whom I fell in love with a long time ago...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110734166327532641</id><published>2005-02-02T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T17:54:23.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just read someone else's blog...</title><content type='html'>damn!!! this blog is really *something*... reminds me that this what blog's for, while I just let my blog untouch for more than 5 months now!!!! silly me... there are many things happened in my life for the past 5 months, but I didn't write anything, what a *dumbo* -words that I used so often these days- I am... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this person's blog I saw today, which reminds me a lot -I mean a looot- that no matter how simple things had happened to you, they are a very good lessons that come in and out of our life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things happened and I really dont know where to begin... and damn, I even forgot the dates... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, chattings have been my daily routines for the last 5 months, hehehe... I didn't know who's been complaining about this at the office, but I didn't give a damn at all... *wakakakak* Found few persons, but unfortunately most of them are extremely *crazy* (if you know what "crazy" mean!!! whew!!).. replied few of them, and become friends, although not kind of friends I've been looking for... but this is all crazy, I got addicted, I should have stopped, but damn I can't!!! hehehe... part of me just wanted to have my normal life back, but another part of me didn't... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, the stories will continue tomorrow... in any minutes boss will ask me to come home... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, boss still haven't ask, so I'll just continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a nice man many months ago on some e-books forum... nice, kind, book lovers, and music lovers too I guess, and really interested in many things like "kundalini", "reiki", "sci-fi", etc... but damn, he's married!! (this is only a joke... hehehe...) anyway, it's really nice to know him, a good friend to share everything... one more good thing about him is that I learned to write long english email... because that's the one thing I can't compare, "his long writing english email"!!! hahaha... but still, he's somebody else's lover.. ooops, "somebody else's husband" I mean!!! *sigh* (just another joke... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok,  enough for today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110734166327532641?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110734166327532641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110734166327532641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110734166327532641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110734166327532641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-read-someone-elses-blog.html' title='I just read someone else&apos;s blog...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110776751339892846</id><published>2004-12-13T15:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T16:11:53.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiffest 2004</title><content type='html'>After Ied, here comes Jiffest 2004!!! yipiiiii.... Its been a long time since I've watched movies in Jiffest, I mean a lot of movies, at least more than 5.... This year, I've watched -damn I forgot the numbers!!- maybe more than 10 movies, including Euro Film Festival which are free... jadi, daripada dianggurin tuh film-film gratis, kan lebih baik ditonton... Jiffest for 2004 is held between 3-12 December 2004. Let's see... I wacthed on 5, 7, 9, 10, 11 and 12 Dec 2004... Hahaha... what a fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;I watched Lilja 4-ever, Le Chiavi di Casa, Io Non Ho Paura, Bridal Shower, In Oranje... damn I forgot the rest!! and I watched "Bride and Prejudice" too, the closing film that directed by the director of Bend It Like Beckham... Its an Indian version of "Pride and Prejudice" of Jane Austen. I hate that movie.... *sighs, hikshiks...* damn, this movie remind me of someone!! (but still I bought the DVD) *huuuuhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;why I don't like this movie??! Its because this *damn* movie remind me of someone a loooootttt, and its because its an impossible movie, its only a dream movie, a make up movie, because the story is impossible, *damn* impossible to be happened in a real life!!!! ITS A DAMN IMPOSSIBLE MOVIE WITH AN IMPOSSIBLE STORY!!! IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE!!! AND IT WAS *DAMN* SURE WILL NEVER HAPPEN TO ME!!!! *hikshikshikshikshiks.....*&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't watch the movie again, at least not the whole movie, I bought it only for my sister and everyone else who want to watch it!!! hikshikshiks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_I couldn't continue... so, that's it for now... *sighs*_&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110776751339892846?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110776751339892846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110776751339892846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110776751339892846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110776751339892846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/12/jiffest-2004.html' title='Jiffest 2004'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110255980091899833</id><published>2004-12-09T09:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:36:40.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Love and electricity are one in the same, my dear. If you do not feel the jolt in your soul every time a kiss is shared, a whisper is spoken, a touch is felt, then your not really in love at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- C. J. Franks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110255980091899833?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110255980091899833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110255980091899833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110255980091899833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110255980091899833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-110255944367167680</id><published>2004-12-09T09:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:30:43.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you...</title><content type='html'>"I heard someone whisper your name, but when I turned around to see who it was, I was alone. Then I realized that it was my heart telling me that I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Source Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-110255944367167680?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/110255944367167680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=110255944367167680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110255944367167680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/110255944367167680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/12/miss-you.html' title='Miss you...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109530886105336237</id><published>2004-09-16T11:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:21:30.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only reminds me (of you) </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"how could I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;is it too late to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;but each place I hide&lt;br /&gt;it only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;when I turn out all the light&lt;br /&gt;even the night&lt;br /&gt;it only reminds me of you... you... "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109530886105336237?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109530886105336237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109530886105336237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109530886105336237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109530886105336237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/09/only-reminds-me-of-you.html' title='Only reminds me (of you) '/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109514722898362367</id><published>2004-09-09T20:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:33:48.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfishness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I feel so selfish today...&lt;br /&gt;While there are husbands, wives, children, parents and families mourning and grieving for their losts, I am grieving for my own lost... And my lost is nothing compare to theirs...&lt;br /&gt;It really is an unreasonable and unexplainable sadness, without proof, without confirmation... Just based on a women instinct...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, there are people out there who lost someone they loved just because of a cruelty of few people, while me, who still can laugh, grieving for some unknown reason and caused...&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unexplainable... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109514722898362367?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109514722898362367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109514722898362367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109514722898362367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109514722898362367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/09/selfishness.html' title='Selfishness'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109472337293479428</id><published>2004-09-09T16:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T13:42:51.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why... but my emotions are really unstable these few weeks... I can't figure out why... Maybe it's because of those hatred, love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrow and sad feelings... To feel all of those feelings at once are really tiring, feels like I've been running few miles... Just try it!!! Hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109472337293479428?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109472337293479428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109472337293479428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109472337293479428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109472337293479428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/09/emotions.html' title='Emotions...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109394619840895810</id><published>2004-08-31T16:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:38:51.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't make you love me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;´Cause I can´t make you love me if you don´t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;you can´t make your heart feel something it won´t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;here in the dark, these final hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I will lay down my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;and I'll feel the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;but you won´t, no you won´t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;coz I can´t make you love me if you don´t...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I´ll close my eyes then I won´t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;the love you do not feel when you´re holding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;mornin´ will come and I´ll do what´s right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;just give me till then, to give up this fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;and I will give up this fight... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109394619840895810?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109394619840895810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109394619840895810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109394619840895810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109394619840895810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-cant-make-you-love-me.html' title='I can&apos;t make you love me...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109265148099126420</id><published>2004-08-16T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:06:18.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you love someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you love someone... you'll do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll do all the crazy things that you can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll shoot the moon, put out the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you love someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll deny the the truth, believe a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there'll be times that you'll believe you could really fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but your lonely nights, have just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you love someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you love someone - you'll feel it deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and nothing else can ever change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you want someone... when you need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you love someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you love someone... you'll sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'd give it everything you got and you won't think twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'd risk it all - no matter what may come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you love someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll shoot the moon, put out the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you love someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109265148099126420?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109265148099126420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109265148099126420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109265148099126420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109265148099126420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/when-you-love-someone.html' title='when you love someone...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109265005915073591</id><published>2004-08-16T16:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:13:36.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My working week and my Sunday rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For nothing now can ever come to any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(W.H. Auden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109265005915073591?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109265005915073591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109265005915073591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109265005915073591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109265005915073591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/funeral-blues.html' title='Funeral Blues'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109166671632505409</id><published>2004-08-05T07:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T07:45:16.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were with me now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Without you standing by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love and good fortune passes me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you were my guiding light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seemed so easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How different would the world be now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only we had worked it out somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of fools are you and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There would be stars up in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you were with me now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109166671632505409?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109166671632505409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109166671632505409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109166671632505409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109166671632505409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/if-you-were-with-me-now.html' title='If you were with me now...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109161300196094661</id><published>2004-08-04T16:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T14:59:24.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn!! It really is a cruel world!! How come I never met someone nice?? Just found out that you can’t trust everyone… You can’t even trust your best friend, so how come you trust someone you didn’t even know… It hurts, but I know I’ll be okay… I’d rather you be mean to me, than sweet and lie… It easier that way, so I can find away of letting you go… Frankly, I miss you today… :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109161300196094661?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109161300196094661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109161300196094661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109161300196094661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109161300196094661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/cruel.html' title='Cruel...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109143973808274523</id><published>2004-08-02T16:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:12:33.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always thought that no one could ever hurt me again like someone did before, but I was wrong… I am completely wrong… You hurt me… I didn’t feel so much pain though, but I feel a huge disappointment…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been hurt honey, so much… by your ignorance, by your attitude… I thought you were difference from anybody else… I thought that this would last forever, but I was wrong… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109143973808274523?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109143973808274523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109143973808274523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109143973808274523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109143973808274523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/disappointment.html' title='a disappointment'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109143915519003486</id><published>2004-08-02T16:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:18:14.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dReAmeR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn't interest me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you do for a living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you ache for,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you dare to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of meeting your heart's longing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn't interest me how old you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to know if you will risk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking like a fool for love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for your dream,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the adventure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of being alive...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem by Laura Fontain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109143915519003486?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109143915519003486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109143915519003486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109143915519003486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109143915519003486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreamer.html' title='dReAmeR'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109143765144382048</id><published>2004-08-02T16:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:08:52.523+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from your mistakes...</title><content type='html'>On falling out of love, take some times to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109143765144382048?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109143765144382048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109143765144382048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109143765144382048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109143765144382048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/learn-from-your-mistakes.html' title='Learn from your mistakes...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-109143715070366717</id><published>2004-08-02T15:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:07:34.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...hEaRtaChEs..."</title><content type='html'>For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fuitless years, you should give thanks, for you know that these were the things which helped you grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-109143715070366717?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/109143715070366717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=109143715070366717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109143715070366717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/109143715070366717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/08/heartaches.html' title='&quot;...hEaRtaChEs...&quot;'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108935935093852161</id><published>2004-07-09T14:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:04:27.683+07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- a Letter to the Dearest --</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To the dearest,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, as I always had and I always will.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I could still miss you after all these times. I missed you terribly at night, when I was try to close my eyes, when nights are started to crawl and the moon starts to shine. I missed your voice, I missed your laughter, I missed our long hours conversations, I missed our discussions, I missed your late night calls, in fact, I missed everything about you. Only God knows why you left, and only God knows what I have been going through. I know you’re out there somewhere, but I do know too that I could never reach you no matter how hard I try. The memories of you will haunt me forever, and its still hurt me. I know, I should never keep the pain, but I still can’t find a way letting you go… I never had a chance to tell you “I love you”, I never had a chance to tell you how much I care about you, and I never had a chance to thank you… I love you for the way you are, I love the way you make me feel, I love everything that’s in you… You introduce me to a place I’ve never been, called love… I never thought that I could fall so deeply to someone until I met you, you show me a whole brand new world… A world so wonderful, but I could never fit in… I can’t get into your world, as you can’t get into mine… I care so much about you, as I care about myself… I want to thank you for the times we shared together, thank you for the memories I will cherish forever, thank you for giving me laughter and joy, for giving me sad and sorrow… Thank you for asking me to be with you… Thank you for everything…&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on you a long time ago, I gave up on everything I ever hope for, I gave up on you like I never gave up on anyone before… but I know that some part of me will always hold on to you forever… part of me will always love you and miss you, no matter how long time have passing by and no matter what I have been going through… I love you...&lt;br /&gt;Yours always,&lt;br /&gt;-me-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108935935093852161?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108935935093852161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108935935093852161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108935935093852161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108935935093852161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/07/letter-to-dearest.html' title='-- a Letter to the Dearest --'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108868016489986251</id><published>2004-07-01T18:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:10:20.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Never... --</title><content type='html'>never say I love you, if you don't care,&lt;br /&gt;never talk about feelings if they aren't there,&lt;br /&gt;never touch a life if you mean to break a heart,&lt;br /&gt;never look in the eye when you do is lie.&lt;br /&gt;the cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl, is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108868016489986251?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108868016489986251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108868016489986251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108868016489986251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108868016489986251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/07/never.html' title='-- Never... --'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108867930419763524</id><published>2004-07-01T17:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:02:32.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>__Love is__</title><content type='html'>Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress, it is a life time venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108867930419763524?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108867930419763524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;fall but do not stumble,&lt;br /&gt;be constant but not persistent,&lt;br /&gt;share and never be unfair,&lt;br /&gt;understand and try not to demand,&lt;br /&gt;hurt but never keep the pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108867844105076087?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108867844105076087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108867844105076087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108867844105076087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108867844105076087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/07/how-to-define-love.html' title='&lt;em&gt;How to define love...&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108865488904846416</id><published>2004-07-01T11:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T11:08:09.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missing someone today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108865488904846416?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108865488904846416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108865488904846416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108865488904846416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108865488904846416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/07/missing-someone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108839764714698932</id><published>2004-06-28T11:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T11:40:47.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways...</title><content type='html'>How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...&lt;br /&gt;I love thee to the depth and breath and height&lt;br /&gt;My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight&lt;br /&gt;For the ends of being and ideal grace&lt;br /&gt;I love thee to the level of every day's&lt;br /&gt;Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight&lt;br /&gt;I love thee freely, as men strive for right&lt;br /&gt;I love thee purely, as they turn from praise&lt;br /&gt;I love thee with the passion put to use&lt;br /&gt;In my old grief's and with my childhood's faith&lt;br /&gt;I love thee with a love I seemed to lose&lt;br /&gt;With my love saints. I love thee with the breath,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles, tears, of all my life! And if God choose&lt;br /&gt;I shall but love thee better after death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E.B. Browning)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108839764714698932?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108839764714698932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108839764714698932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108839764714698932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108839764714698932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-do-i-love-thee-let-me-count-ways.html' title='How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108804031794992424</id><published>2004-06-24T08:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T08:25:17.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrivederci Gli Azzuri...</title><content type='html'>Email from "Jharezz"... 23 Juni 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GILAA..GILAA..dan GILAA..!! Azzuri pagi2 dach musti angkat koper, salah siapa coba?? bayangin aja masa' team sekelas Italia yang bermaterikan pemain2 top macam Gattuso, Pirlo, Nesta, Vieri, Cassano, FT (nama trakhir sengaja gw singkat karena gw benci banget ma nich orang) bisa tewas di babak pertama??!! ..WHAT"S THE MAK"S..?? kalo kata gw si Trap juga sih kagak mikir... masak bukan mainin PIRLO ama Gattuso yang dipasang dari awal, malah pemain yang kagak jelas kayak C.Zanetti.. kalo si Trap dari awal memainkan Pirlo dengan formasi 4-4-2 mungkin jalan ceritanya bisa beda dan juga secara pribadi gw kecewa banget kenapa Pippo yang mempunyai kontribusi besar atas lolosnya Italia ke putaran final euro 2004, tidak dipasang?? sebagai top skorer di timnas harusnya Trapp memasang Pippo, mampus aje dech loe TRAP akhirnya loe dipecat FIGC, gw dach muak ama skema kepelatihannya dia, beda banget ama Dinno Zoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saran gw ITALIA dach gak butuh pelatih yang terus menekankan pertahanan ala grendel macam TRAPP, dan ITALIA gak butuh penyerang yang temprament &amp; banyak gaya macam TOTTONG ..&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/7286301-108804031794992424?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108804031794992424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108804031794992424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108804031794992424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108804031794992424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/arrivederci-gli-azzuri.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Arrivederci Gli Azzuri...&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108797657710277950</id><published>2004-06-23T14:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:42:57.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a HoPe...</title><content type='html'>Tak ada apa-apa... tak ada rasa, tak ada getar-getar ketika sosokmu tiba-tiba muncul di depan pintu... Aku tak pernah mengira akan berjumpa denganmu lagi... Aku tak pernah mengira bisa mengenalmu lagi... Tapi, kau benar-benar telah kembali, dan telah kuyakinkan diri bahwa ini bukan mimpi...&lt;br /&gt;Kau datang tidak dengan tangan kosong, kau tidak sama seperti yang dulu... Masih terbayang dengan jelas dalam ingatanku, dulu sebuah senyum samar pun jarang sekali kau berikan padaku... Ingatkah kau? Tapi sekarang, kau tertawa!! Sebuah perubahan besar... &lt;br /&gt;Tetapi ada satu yang tak berubah tentang dirimu, kau masih tertutup... Kau tertawa, kau tersenyum, kau bercanda, tapi hatimu masih tertutup rapat...  &lt;br /&gt;Walaupun begitu, tahukah kau bahwa cinta itu datang lagi... cinta yang telah kukubur rapat-rapat dan dalam-dalam, ternyata masih tersisa setitik dan terselip jauh di dasar hati, menunggu untuk bersemi kembali... &lt;br /&gt;Tapi kutau cintamu bukan dan takkan pernah untukku...&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya berharap, semoga suatu hari nanti kau mau membuka pintu hatimu, sedikit saja... satu celah kecil untuk masuknya cintaku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108797657710277950?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108797657710277950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108797657710277950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108797657710277950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108797657710277950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/hope.html' title='a HoPe...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108795261776935248</id><published>2004-06-23T08:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T08:05:22.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuingin sendiri hari ini...</title><content type='html'>Kuberjalan pagi ini dengan langkah ringan. Sendiri... seperti biasa, seakan tak terjadi apa-apa, dengan ritual yang sama dengan kemarin... Kuhembuskan napas dalam-dalam untuk menghirup segarnya udara pagi, walaupun sudah tercampur dengan bau asap dari knalpot-knalpot mobil tidak layak jalan yang berseliweran di sepanjang jalan.. Kunikmati hangatnya mentari pagi.. Aaaahhhh.... Lumayan untuk menghilangkan segala kepenatan selama seminggu ini... Dini hari tadi kuucapkan "Selamat Ulang Tahun" untuk dua orang sahabat... Satu orang teman kuliahku, dan satunya adalah orang yang sangat berarti, cinta di masa remaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di tengah keramaian orang, entah kenapa dadaku terasa sesak, seperti tak bisa bernapas... Mungkin karena mereka mengingatkan pada kesedihan, pada kepenatan... Mungkin aku perlu sendiri hari ini, tapi tak bisa... Seandainya bisa, aku pasti sudah sendiri hari ini, di kamar, atau menonton semua DVD yang ada di rumah... Aaahhhhhh, seandainya bisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108795261776935248?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108795261776935248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108795261776935248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108795261776935248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108795261776935248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/kuingin-sendiri-hari-ini.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Kuingin sendiri hari ini...&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108762153593379012</id><published>2004-06-19T13:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:01:27.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>--Heartbreak--</title><content type='html'>Heartbreaks will last as long as you want, and cut deep as you allow them to go... The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to&lt;br /&gt;learn from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108762153593379012?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108762153593379012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108762153593379012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108762153593379012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108762153593379012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/heartbreak.html' title='--Heartbreak--'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108762207787326683</id><published>2004-06-19T12:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T12:14:37.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe gReAteSt iRonY of LovE...</title><content type='html'>"The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on, and holding on when you need to let go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah salah satu "quotation" fav gue... Ironis banget ga se kalimatnya?? coba deh baca baik-baik, resapi dan renungkan, trus kasih comment bagaimana maknanya menurut kalian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108762207787326683?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108762207787326683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108762207787326683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108762207787326683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108762207787326683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/greatest-irony-of-love.html' title='tHe gReAteSt iRonY of LovE...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108762122808861464</id><published>2004-06-19T11:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T12:00:28.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, tell me how to keep away the pain...</title><content type='html'>Aku menangis lagi malam ini... Luka itu terbuka kembali dan tetap terasa perih... sementara, dia disana bahagia... tangisku memang tak pernah selesai sejak malam itu.. enam bulan sudah berlalu tapi tangisku tak juga selesai... kenapa luka ini tak mau sembuh??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dia tak berharga!!", berkali-kali seorang teman menasehatiku.. Dia memang tak berharga!! Bahkan aku pun tak bisa menyangkalnya.. tapi mengapa luka ini tetap tak mau sembuh??!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me how to keep away the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29 Mei 2004, menjelang malam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108762122808861464?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108762122808861464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108762122808861464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108762122808861464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108762122808861464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/please-tell-me-how-to-keep-away-pain.html' title='Please, tell me how to keep away the pain...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108755136117545702</id><published>2004-06-18T16:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T16:36:01.176+07:00</updated><title type='text'>oNce UpoN a tiMe...</title><content type='html'>once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;when the sky was covered with blue...&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;when the sun was smiling too...&lt;br /&gt;we're just common people with an ordinary look,&lt;br /&gt;we're just common people with an ordinary love,&lt;br /&gt;and once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;when I fell in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a "friend", &lt;em&gt;unknown source&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108755136117545702?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108755136117545702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108755136117545702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108755136117545702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108755136117545702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/once-upon-time.html' title='oNce UpoN a tiMe...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108738568698359669</id><published>2004-06-16T18:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:00:02.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>OuT oF rEacH...</title><content type='html'>"ku tak bisa menggapaimu, takkan pernah bisa,&lt;br /&gt;kau hanya mimpi bagiku, tak untuk jadi nyata"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108738568698359669?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108738568698359669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108730069825836637?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108730069825836637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108730069825836637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108730069825836637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108730069825836637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-cant-make-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108720558338397781</id><published>2004-06-14T16:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:50:11.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving someone...</title><content type='html'>Mencintai seseorang itu mudah, hal tersulit adalah melepaskannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108720558338397781?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108720558338397781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108720558338397781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108720558338397781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108720558338397781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/loving-someone.html' title='Loving someone...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108720530218075966</id><published>2004-06-14T16:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T16:28:22.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from "Notting Hill"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108720530218075966?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108720530218075966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108720530218075966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108720530218075966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108720530218075966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108719440245565160</id><published>2004-06-14T13:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T13:26:42.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pergilah kemana hati membawamu...</title><content type='html'>Dan kelak, di saat begitu banyak jalan terbentang dihadapanmu&lt;br /&gt;dan kau tak tahu jalan mana yang harus kauambil,&lt;br /&gt;janganlah memilihnya dengan asal saja, tetapi duduklah dan tunggulah sesaat.&lt;br /&gt;Tariklah napas dalam-dalam, dengan penuh kepercayaan,&lt;br /&gt;seperti saat kau bernapas di hari pertamamu di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan biarkan apapun mengalihkan perhatianmu, tunggulah dan tunggulah lebih lama lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Berdiam dirilah, tetap hening, dan dengarkanlah hatimu.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, ketika hati itu bicara, beranjaklah, dan pergilah kemana hati membawamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from "Va' Dove ti Porta il Cuore" by Susanna Tamaro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108719440245565160?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108719440245565160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108719440245565160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108719440245565160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108719440245565160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/pergilah-kemana-hati-membawamu.html' title='Pergilah kemana hati membawamu...'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286301.post-108701878816977116</id><published>2004-06-12T12:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T12:39:48.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabtu Kelabu</title><content type='html'>My first post... Hehehe... :D&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu pagi udah nongkrong di kantor.. kaciaaann ya...&lt;br /&gt;Emang ga ada kerjaan se.. tapi akhirnya bisa beres2 laci... setelah sekian lama begitu berantakan... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286301-108701878816977116?l=mi4lun4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/feeds/108701878816977116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286301&amp;postID=108701878816977116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108701878816977116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286301/posts/default/108701878816977116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi4lun4.blogspot.com/2004/06/sabtu-kelabu.html' title='Sabtu Kelabu'/><author><name>Lun4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/438/1600/3994678891605l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
