<?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-3397532516319408816</id><updated>2011-11-20T11:09:36.788-08:00</updated><category term='superstar'/><category term='poem'/><category term='guys'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='missing you'/><category term='music'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='charity work'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='little quiz'/><category term='tradition'/><category term='moi'/><category term='movie quote'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='sick'/><category term='plain bored'/><category term='serendipity'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='mother'/><category term='tv quotes'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>goofypopy</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm smiley sort of person. I'm damn good at giving advice and cheer-up lines to peeps about their problem, but totally clueless about my own life. I'm waiting for serendipity and have plenty of incredibly annoying thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-7367788885483929472</id><published>2011-11-20T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:09:36.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Jason Mraz - Bali Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFX-d4_N3FU/TslKztNqY3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/2-pNbShmwL0/s1600/IMG_9186.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzwuEAfzIO0/TslJjDlJDtI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gemChjLA4M0/s320/IMG_8758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677149671882559186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4BlrDl1Efs/TslJjBgZHKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/KJTxLS5ga-U/s1600/IMG_8748.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4BlrDl1Efs/TslJjBgZHKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/KJTxLS5ga-U/s320/IMG_8748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677149671325768866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-7367788885483929472?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/7367788885483929472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=7367788885483929472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7367788885483929472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7367788885483929472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/11/jason-mraz-bali-concert.html' title='Jason Mraz - Bali Concert'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFX-d4_N3FU/TslKztNqY3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/2-pNbShmwL0/s72-c/IMG_9186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3411152432311027361</id><published>2011-11-07T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:30:44.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Mother, I Love You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPmUnQWth04/TrgHnGMssjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9YQP3xKnyVM/s1600/IMG_0169.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPmUnQWth04/TrgHnGMssjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9YQP3xKnyVM/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672292098933305906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came with an idea to write this a few days ago, in the moment where I just realize, I love my mother very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a simple thing. My mother never work in an office, so she's never been in a good relationship with computer except years ago when we was a kid. And she was just using it to play Tetris, and Frog. You must remember that games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the time goes by, technology is developing. There comes pager then mobile phones. Because she needs to communicate with her friends, she got one too. I can't remember how many time she disturbed me while I was working, asking me how to this and that with her mobile. SMS, MMS, and I keep teaching her until I wrote the manual in my words for her to remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then comes smart phone, which for elderly it's much more difficult to use than a regular mobile phone. Therefore of course BBM and e-mail, the she wants to have a Facebook. I made her one. Recently she told me she needs a laptop. So, I gave her my old macbook. So yeah, she's an apple user. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time she found an issue, she keeps BBM-ing me and ask questions that basically she already asked couple of times too. I was really tired. Cause we no longer lives on the same roof. And she can't ask to my sister cause they were gonna kill each other end the end, I believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the middle of tiring answering all of her needs, I suddenly realize. When I was a kid, I must have thousand of questions to her. About things, about animals, about fruits, about people, mostly about anything. Lalu, kenapa saya harus merasa terganggu dengan pertanyaan seorang ibu yang mempertaruhkan nyawanya untuk melahirkan saya ke dunia ini, hanya dengan pertanyaan seputar gadget dan teknologi? Kenapa? Lalu, kenapa saya harus merasa lelah? Kenapa saya harus merasa terganggu? I know I shouldn't. She's always been there for me, all the time. She never judge how I live my life now. She respects my decision to get out from the house before marriage. And she always welcome me at home. She always make sure she got my favorite food if I come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, I was at home. I came to her room without knocking her door. She was praying, and I overheard my name. I was in tears out of a sudden. This is the person who will never get tired of you, this is the person who will love you no matter what, this is the person who would die for you. Why don't I do the same. Then I promise myself, next time she asks me question, I will always answer it with smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mother, I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3411152432311027361?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3411152432311027361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3411152432311027361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3411152432311027361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3411152432311027361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/11/mother-i-love-you.html' title='Mother, I Love You.'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPmUnQWth04/TrgHnGMssjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9YQP3xKnyVM/s72-c/IMG_0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4155079022991526219</id><published>2011-10-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T04:32:39.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the other person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNrDmPxtjOU/Tq6HM02xaqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-n70rXT2hS8/s1600/collar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNrDmPxtjOU/Tq6HM02xaqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-n70rXT2hS8/s320/collar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669617635322587810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here's the scene: you meet someone. although the other person is partnered, there's sparks. flying everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sure it can be for certain reasons. that the other person is bored, or because you're new blood. or maybe simply, the One doesn't exist, we don't have that "perfect" partner, and chemistry just might happen. just happened. even when one of you is partnered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chemistry, we all know how it feels. great. really great. and should we walk away from it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but what if, the chemistry is creating a crack in someone else's commitment? what if this person wants me so bad or we have so much in common, or we have amazing connection rather than their partner? are they officially  a douche bag or because they don't value commitment, because for me, a commitment to me would be so much better than what i have now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let's, just for a half second. consider the shoes of the other person. in this case, the shoes of the other woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they may not be the manolo blahnik or christian louboutin fuck-me-shoes you thought they were. and walking that mile in them, the one while you're figuring out how to walk away. it's probably more difficult, and more complicated, than we ever consider it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chemistry. just happen. even when one of you is already partnered, and it doesn't make them any less committed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why they wait around to see. doesn't mean i  don't hear the little voices that say,"well, maybe they've just been together so long, but she's just not that great for him.. maybe he's just with her because it's convenient. maybe there's something here he can't ignore. maybe, maybe, maybe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i do get it why people hating on the other person. but that doesn't mean it's the right way to vent your anger or relieve your insecurities. hence, she/ he doesn't deserve your anger. the cheater does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've never understood the hate towards the other person either. there are 2, let me rephrase, TWO people involved in cheating and they both of their own brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, some women and men use excuses as reasons they stick around, when really they just want to hump someone who should be off-limits. they stick around because they're not strong enough to walk away from something that they think is bigger than lust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my thoughts? if that chemistry is real, then there's no reason not to end the relationship you're in before you start the new one. there's till no excuse for being the cheater or the other person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4155079022991526219?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4155079022991526219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4155079022991526219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4155079022991526219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4155079022991526219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/10/other-person.html' title='the other person'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNrDmPxtjOU/Tq6HM02xaqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-n70rXT2hS8/s72-c/collar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-979704851482327643</id><published>2011-10-16T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:01:23.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Penipuan? Penipuan Apa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Dalam semua cerita, selalu ada 3 sisi. My version, your version and the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is what happening now in my so-called-beautiful-country. Sebuah negara berkembang yang konon katanya sedang membangun. Sebuah negara berkembang yang masih berhutang sana-sini untuk membenahi dirinya. Sebuah negara berkembang yang selalu ribut soal agama. Sebuah negara berkembang yang selalu punya cara untuk mengalihkan sebuah issue politik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Betapa hebatnya dalam 2 minggu terakhir ini, sebuah berita pencurian pulsa bisa menutup hingar bingarnya re-shuffle kabinet. Saya mungkin tidak lagi bekerja di industri musik, dan bukan siapa-siapa. Tapi sebagai pecinta musik, saya tetap memperhatikan ke mana industri ini berjalan. Cause in my wildest dream, i do still wanna be like Ari Gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bicara soal promosi, bahasa promosi itu selalu tricky. Namanya juga promosi. How to get people's attention of your product is a must. Kata orang, yang namanya bisnis harus cari untung. Siapa juga yang mau bisnisnya rugi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lihat saja di toko-toko: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;"Sale! Further Reduction" 30%-70%... --&amp;gt; kenyataannya, barang-barang yang dijual jarang sekali ada yang sampai mendapat potongan 70%. Pernah merasa tertipu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Tiket pesawat murah: Fly For Free!!! Perhatikan tulisan kecil di bawah kanan, not include tax &amp;amp; fuel. --&amp;gt; tertipu jugakah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Lalu kata-kata: syarat dan ketentuan berlaku. Pernah berusaha mencari tahu apa syarat dan ketentuan yang berlaku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Lalu siapa yang bodoh? Akui sajalah, masyarakat kita memang masih bodoh. Kalau saja semua sekolah di negeri tercinta ini gratis, kita akan banyak melahirkan rakyat-rakyat pandai yang tidak akan merasa dibodohi dengan sebuah permainan kata dalam bahasa-bahasa promosi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Kebiasaan di negara ini, cari kambing hitam! Bukan mencari solusi. Senangnya jika sudah ada pihak yang disalahkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Saya tidak habis pikir mengapa BRTI (Badan Regulasi Telekomunikasi Indonesia) mengambil keputusan secepat itu untuk menghentikan (sementara) semua layanan konten. Katanya ini meresahkan masyarakat. Saya rasa masyarakat jauh lebih resah memikirkan bagaimana besok makan daripada masalah pencurian pulsa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Semua orang memang punya hak untuk melaporkan sebuah kejadian jika merasa dirugikan. Tapi saya rasa reaksi kali ini berlebihan. Politik apalagi yang dimainkan di sana, saya  tidak (mau) mengerti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bayangkan 3 industri yang akan "tercekat" dengan keputusan ini. Telko, Content Provider dan Musik. Bagi industri musik keputusan ini seperti kilat yang datang di tengah teriknya sebuah siang. Di saat album tidak lagi menjadi sumber income, dan full track download belum bisa menyelamatkan hidup, live gig dan Ring Back Tone adalah salah satu pemasukan yang cukup menjanjikan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's kinda sad for the music industry. How can musician makes money? There will be a way, I believe. But it will take some time before new innovation is coming. Or a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Musicians are those people who has to be appreciated. They are the people who makes our life more colorful. They are the people who makes us smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's fight for music!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-979704851482327643?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/979704851482327643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=979704851482327643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/979704851482327643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/979704851482327643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/10/penipuan-penipuan-apa.html' title='Penipuan? Penipuan Apa?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6248747899994209013</id><published>2011-10-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:02:18.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know When You’re Supposed To Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;they say fall in love with someone for their faults, not for their lovely parts. because it's their faults that you'll hve to deal with for the rest of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;it is a mirror of your own insecurities, your unfulfilled desires, your need to be accepted and loved for your pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;suddenly, i have a thought in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;with the divorce rate the way it is these days, one of the big questions that arises is: is marriage even relevant anymore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;over my laptop I started looking at couples I saw and thinking, “I wonder if they are really happy?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;maybe they are really happy. I just really wish it is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ut I have a nagging suspicion it isn’t. a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;re we really meant to be with one person for the rest of our lives? t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he romantic in me likes to think so, but I’m not so sure this is realistic anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;truth is, I’m afraid. for every one couple I know who is still playing dress-up and administering adult toy appendages after years of being together, there are twenty couples that have sex once every couple of months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;can’t our lover be like wine, their taste getting more nuanced over time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-size:small;"&gt;I kind of pick the wrong song tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In my solitude you haunt me&lt;br /&gt;With reveries of days gone by&lt;br /&gt;In my solitude you taunt me&lt;br /&gt;With memories that never die&lt;br /&gt;I sit in my chair&lt;br /&gt;Filled with despair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could be so sad&lt;br /&gt;With gloom ev’rywhere&lt;br /&gt;I sit and I stare&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ll soon go mad&lt;br /&gt;In my solitude&lt;br /&gt;I’m praying&lt;br /&gt;Dear lord above&lt;br /&gt;Send back my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I feel my tears, hidden behind my glasses. I look to the ceiling to protect it from falling. totally a wrong song, or maybe it's the right song. or maybe it's a perfect one. too perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;he had already expressed his wishes; he wanted us not to see each other that often. after the initial shock, I came to understand the reasons and I even realized that he was right. we needed to be alone to re-learn our relationship and to figure out how to be happy without relying on each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And if I’m losing control will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?&lt;br /&gt;And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way this could die&lt;br /&gt;But if we get much closer, I could lose control&lt;br /&gt;And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/pat+benatar/love+is+a+battlefield_20104793.html" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love is a Battlefiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by Pat Benetar (1983) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An’ here I go again on my own&lt;br /&gt;Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known&lt;br /&gt;Like a drifter I was born to walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858520324/" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here I Go Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; by Whitesnake (1982) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm gonna miss his presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;waking up with my arm splayed across his chest and his face nuzzled into my neck. the best way to wake up, there is nothing better, I am convinced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;holding him close when he’s had a bad day and listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. and vice versa when I’m having a bad day. even if words aren’t exchanged, his presence is all that I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;maybe, just maybe, during our shifting times, we must reevaluate ourselves. maybe, just maybe, we need to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 27px;font-size:21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Cardo, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:130%;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6248747899994209013?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6248747899994209013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6248747899994209013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6248747899994209013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6248747899994209013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-when-youre-supposed-to-know.html' title='You Know When You’re Supposed To Know...'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2468998124350442111</id><published>2011-09-20T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T07:48:33.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, Is It Here To Stay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZDxEhVn7p4/TninpHDGyqI/AAAAAAAAATk/x1_jXIgpP64/s1600/IMG_6069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZDxEhVn7p4/TninpHDGyqI/AAAAAAAAATk/x1_jXIgpP64/s320/IMG_6069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654453656872209058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;THE FALL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Is it the real death of the music industry?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;How many songs do you have on your iTunes? Have you ever check? How many of them are ripped from the original CDs and how many of them are legally downloaded?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;On my desk right now, I have a stack of CDs, original not pirated. It’s like a self-evident that I still appreciate musicians. But I cannot doubt that I do illegal download too. I don’t have to give you the reason why I do that; you must smile at yourself now too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;The music industry is shrinking after years, or I might say the recorded music industry. People these days are paying less for music. I actually a bit curious to be able to get good data on how people listening to their music nowadays. For sure the Internet has truly transformed music distribution. In other words, downloading illegally is flaring up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;CD selling is suffering. It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;one of the longest death rattles in consumer product history, and it is becoming painfully clear that digital downloads are no knight in shining armor in music business. Even though one of the biggest telecommunication company in Indonesia is targeting revenue of USD 120 to 140 million from digital services alone in 2011, still one website of free sharing alone, can cause USD 90 million of loss in a month, assuming that one song is priced 0.99 cent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Sad, really. People will continue to file share and steal music. They’ve been doing it for 10-plus years and they’re not stopping now. Even Steve Jobs raking off 30% of everything they sell on iTunes doesn't help either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Piracy remains a worldwide problem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;SELLING TOURS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;In the past, people would tour to promote theirs albums. Today, they put albums to promote their tours. The pendulum has swung (Guy Oseary, Madonna’s Manager). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;It’s actually now like “chicken or the egg” quandary. Do musician tour to sell album or sell album to do tours. As the matter of fact, the industry is not dead. It’s just people stop buying albums. By giving us the option of not buying whole albums, just to get at two or three songs, the digital distribution of music smashed down the old power structure. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;This, disturb the major labels around the world. We are now seeing the major label signing full services with artist including the artist management, because concerts or touring are now making more money than selling CDs. And this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;give the labels a cut of virtually every revenue stream artists can tap into – fan sites, concerts, merchandise, endorsement deals, and everything else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;INDONESIAN MUSIC INDUSTRY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;Is it here to stay?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;Talking to Adib Hidayat, the Editor In Chief of Rolling Stone Indonesia, is creeping me out. He stated that lots of people say there’s no music industry in Indonesia. There are only entertainment and stars business. Plenty of musician or bands are taking advantage of one-hit-wonder. While their songs are on heavily played on radio or television, they will maximize the income that they can get. In the end, it’s all universe selections; the one who survive is the one who appreciate the process of being a real musician. The same thing also alleged by Erdian Aji, former vocalist of a band, DRIVE. He said, “If you see the music industry from the entertainment side, Indonesia has a very good industry. But if you talk about numbers, it doesn’t sound sexy to my ears.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;The piracy that happens in the world also happens in Indonesia. Pirated CDs are everywhere; every body does file sharing. According to Heal Our Music, a non-governmental organization for saving Indonesian music, in total there has been 104 million free music downloading from 15 Indonesian sites in April 2011. And unfortunately, 51% of the downloader is not aware that it is illegal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;Indonesian musician also try to survive by doing tours. They sometimes only release single as their existence in the industry. As to music genre, Adib believes, “Pop is still the king in the market. But it’s no guarantee either, sometimes it’s luck and momentum.” Aji also added, “Music is not something concrete. Every music has their own listener. Sometimes, you cannot describe which sells or not.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt;To sum up, the music industry is really look glamour from outside, but the truth is, it’s poor inside. Do musician nowadays making a lot of money? I don’t think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Making music will be a lot like painting pictures - something that takes a long time and even for the best people doesn't pay as well as a job at restaurant. Anyhow, music is here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;and the industry simply has to evolve with the changes. Some companies will fold, some will adapt, and new players will emerge. Whatever happens, the need to create and entertain will always be a part of human culture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;published on Jakarta Expat #47/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2468998124350442111?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2468998124350442111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2468998124350442111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2468998124350442111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2468998124350442111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/09/music-is-it-here-to-stay.html' title='Music, Is It Here To Stay?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZDxEhVn7p4/TninpHDGyqI/AAAAAAAAATk/x1_jXIgpP64/s72-c/IMG_6069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2560048672615258620</id><published>2011-07-15T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T03:08:50.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apakah Aku Salah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Pagi itu, dua cangkir kopi jadi saksi percakapan kita. Tidak ada buaian kata-kata, tidak ada janji, tidak ada pengharapan. Jiwaku berbicara dengan jiwamu. Kalau ada air mata keluar dari mataku, itu jiwaku yang merasakan sedih. Kalau ada senyum dari bibirku, itu jiwaku yang merasakan indah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Melihatmu bahagia, aku juga bahagia. Tapi, aku tau, kita tak akan pernah bersama. Sedikit waktuku bersamamu. Berulangkali kau katakan, "nikmati saja waktu yang ada." Mudah bagimu mengucapkan itu. Bahagiamu tidak hanya saat bersamaku. Tapi, saat ini, bahagiaku, hanya saat bersamamu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Saat tak bersamamu, kucari bayanganmu, kupeluk rasanya hadirmu. Indah. Seperti sempurna. Tidak, aku tidak ingin menghamba untuk dicinta. Seperti itukah aku sekarang? Menghamba pada hatimu, yang bukan untukku? Apa itu benar, apa itu salah? Apa itu hitam, apa itu putih? Jika benar yang kurasa saat bersamamu, lalu apa yang salah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;63 hari, 18 jam, 24 menit, 10 detik, bukan waktu yang banyak untuk mengenalmu. Hanya warna kesukaanmu dan rokok yang kau hisap yang kutau. Ah, dan minuman yang kamu suka.. itu aku juga tau. Tapi, kebiasaan-kebiasaan kecilmu, membuat jiwaku merasakan sesuatu yang beda. Nyaman. Tak ada hal lain yang kucari saat tanganku menari di bawah tanganmu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aku tak ingin sakit. Aku tak mau menangis. Aku tak ingin menyakiti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aku ingin tersenyum. Aku ingin melihatmu tersenyum. Dengan atau tanpaku, tulus dari hati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Walaupun, senyumku diiringi sedikit rasa pedih di hati. Ada yang menangis kecil di sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Katakan apa yang kulakukan ini salah. Teriakkan padaku apa yang benar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ucapkan pada hatiku, aku tidak perlu rindu yang selalu datang luar biasa ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bilang pada tubuhku, aku tidak perlu pelukan hangatmu. Tampar bibirku, saatku ingin menciummu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Bohongi aku. Bila ini semua salah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2560048672615258620?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2560048672615258620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2560048672615258620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2560048672615258620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2560048672615258620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/07/apakah-aku-salah.html' title='Apakah Aku Salah?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6268161145506401060</id><published>2011-06-28T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:36:07.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What She Said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is about a lady coming home from a four-day trip &amp;amp; standing on the corner of the road with her bags at 6am waiting for no one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is about choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reasons to love, reasons not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is about a lady, standing along at 6am with her bags, which are packed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is about not knowing if she's coming or going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He called. breathless. It would be fun, he said over the phone, with sidebars of do's and don'ts, tips &amp;amp; etiquette, that sort of thing. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; part of her worried that the whole thing would come crashing down on her. She loses her lover &amp;amp; then all of her disappointment with life. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he faces real fears and would have to accept the truth. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t least he wasn't calling her because she'd done something wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nd while it's trust, she didn't break any rules, she doesn't mean to hurt people and she doesn't want to lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ell her how to make it work and how not to f*ck it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;verything said and left unsaid. all the tiny lies and the way they protect themselves and each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If he said he could make a Wednesday night date, how she founds herself taking the first full breath of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When he called to say Wednesday, she giggled. she sounded like a child. she realized she could make it thru today &amp;amp; tomorrow &amp;amp; the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t does trigger painful experiences, which is why she has to have her eyes wide open if she's going to do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It operates in the theater of love and intimacy they bump up against their deep woundings all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the opportunity here is to wake up, to realize that they each create dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The mistake they make is hoping that other people will make changes that will make them more comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People will never love you the way you want to be loved, even if they love you very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you can, you must allow yourself to fall in love a little. That’s where the juice is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Managing that love can be tricky; to care, but not too much; to feel, but not be overwhelmed with feeling. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o be able to remember in detail what he feels like inside of her, to reach for his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She will find herself checking her cell phone. she will be distracted, sometimes unable to sleep, she'll swoon &amp;amp; it will remind her at times. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he can make an impression, but she shouldn’t leave a mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; major part of what makes this special is the unavailability, the great passionate gaps in between their time together. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ant it, long for it, let the hunger happen, that’s what keeps it alive, because in the end they’re just people. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;njoy the small amounts of time they get to see each other, savor those sessions and leave their date just a little hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's all good until it isn't, and each person has to make that decisions for themselves. she can't say. there are no guarantees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there are just a few things for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 27px; font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6268161145506401060?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6268161145506401060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6268161145506401060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6268161145506401060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6268161145506401060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-what-she-said.html' title='This Is What She Said.'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-7336346829853779472</id><published>2011-05-25T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T02:54:18.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Single... Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was told me the other day that one of the reason i'm currently single (again) is that i'm too independent, which is apparently intimidating to men. I wish I had snapped back in the moment with something appropriately witty that reflected how truly idiotic that statement was, but I think I was so shock at the time was something like,"really?" And what am I supposed to do about that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, people. Someone actually said this too me. Well some two and some three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Any man who is threatened by it and is stuck in his antiquated notion that he must be the provider is not someone I'd want to date anyway, so if that's the reason I'm single, so be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seriously?? It's more appealing to you to date a woman who has nothing to show for herself than to date someone who can take care of herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;iisshh, good luck with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-7336346829853779472?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/7336346829853779472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=7336346829853779472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7336346829853779472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7336346829853779472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-single-why.html' title='Yes, Single... Why?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3238412618177264375</id><published>2011-04-18T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:09:29.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am lucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saya ingat pertama kali mengenal seorang sosok bernama Maera. Mba mea saat itu saya memanggilnya. Lewat sebuah acara charity, saya beruntung dapat mengenalnya. Saat diundang untuk menyaksikan Gita Cinta The Musical, sempat terucap,"kalau ada lagi, aku mau ya mba, bantu-bantu. jadi apa aja deh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, i'm very interested in these kind of events. Seiring waktu berjalan, this wonderful lady offered me a job in her office to start a recording and artist management division. In the meantime, ArtSwara, was preparing the second musical, Ali Topan The Musical. Walaupun tidak banyak terlibat langsung, tapi saya banyak melihat kesungguhan dari semua orang yang terlibat. Pemain, pelatih, tim produksi, semua orang-orang "gila". Saya banyak sekali belajar dari setiap individu. Professionally and personal. Tentang mimpi, tentang hidup, tentang cinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mba mea dengan semua mimpinya, ibu Dian HP dengan kejeniusannya menciptakan nada-nada indah nan luar biasa, kak Ari Tulang dengan kedisiplinannya, kak Ubiet dengan ilmunya. Sekali lagi beruntung saya mengenal manusia-manusia ini. Semesta memberikan izin untuk bersama mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Air mata, tawa, sudah menjadi makanan sehari-hari selama 6 bulan ini. Sleepless night. Tough days. So many things that has been shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i can't say much now, i can only say,"yes, i am lucky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3238412618177264375?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3238412618177264375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3238412618177264375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3238412618177264375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3238412618177264375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-lucky.html' title='i am lucky.'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6211399678070868322</id><published>2011-03-02T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:12:18.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining</title><content type='html'>There&amp;#39;s an art to leaving, a perfection, a symmetry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s how you leave: you sit, you cry, you call a million people you haven&amp;#39;t spoken to in months. You want someone to say the right thing, and you don&amp;#39;t know what it is, but you know you haven&amp;#39;t heard it, so when the words dry up, you go quiet. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You live off caffeine and nicotine for three days, and when you try and swallow soup you gag it up again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You cry a little more, you call the ex and talk for three hours and say &amp;#39;I love you&amp;#39; more times than you ever said it in three years of fights and punches.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You scour the internet for evidence that everyone else is more successful, less single, less crazy, just as confused as you. You wallow a little in the sting of being reliably, perpetually a wild card, the only prediction that anyone can make about you being that at some point, at some time, you&amp;#39;ll pack and leave in the night, a few broken pieces scattered behind. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And you stop checking your email and your facebook and all that bullshit, because there&amp;#39;s no one you want to talk to, and you don&amp;#39;t have anything left to say. You kind of wish you hadn&amp;#39;t spent so much time working-working-working, because you forgot to feel a little too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t really know where you&amp;#39;re going, but you know where you have to be, so until then you just let things slide a little, hope the money people sent you is enough. You buy a pack of cigarettes and a coffee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t know what you feel. You don&amp;#39;t particularly care. It&amp;#39;s still raining. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-music is my religion-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6211399678070868322?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6211399678070868322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6211399678070868322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6211399678070868322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6211399678070868322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s Raining'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8511559484319990794</id><published>2011-02-18T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:34:08.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an asshole, Universe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtObabHdbM/TV9_4PCJG1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/lAOu6kkvHHs/s1600/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtObabHdbM/TV9_4PCJG1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/lAOu6kkvHHs/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575315467792882514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;there comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;there are two sides of everyone. the side you know and the side you don't want to know. good and not-good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i think about this, as i sat, tear stained, hoping that the white i know will remain that way for the rest of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's been almost 2 years i'm being single. this is the longest ever been in my adult life, but yet i learned a lot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;have you ever been thinking about your purpose in life? do you live only for yourself? what if God and the whole Universe conspire to create the-you that will be more useful for people around you. suddenly your life is not center around you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;no one knows how complicated my life is now. it is neurotic to the point of irritating, and i'm not sure i want to be my own partner. why would anyone else want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i'm not playing an angel. but truly, so many people around me needs my existence. time has become a very luxurious thing for me now. the time to be alone, the time to be with friends. into the point, i'd rather to be alone or with friends. i just feel guilty if i have a date or even be in the movie for 2 hours or 2 hours and a half. life seems unfair. well, life is never fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you know how sometimes you wake up and you look in the mirror and think, Universe, you are an asshole. sometimes the pity party starts at night, with the pillow crisp and empty space beside you, bemoaning the crack in your heart. sometimes you wonder how in the hell you can keep doing this thing you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and then, i remember, i should be grateful.  then again i think, i am an asshole, Universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;thank you for pointing me to the right souls, to show me how it should be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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title='i am an asshole, Universe.'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtObabHdbM/TV9_4PCJG1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/lAOu6kkvHHs/s72-c/IMG_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3817590158259696932</id><published>2011-01-01T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:53:23.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011, Ain't It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TSAg46zcJJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4DhoMOeQ1Qk/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FQ2FwdHVyZTEzXzM2XzQ4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-703471"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TSAg46zcJJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4DhoMOeQ1Qk/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FQ2FwdHVyZTEzXzM2XzQ4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-703471"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557478102404965522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well hello, 2011. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;re 2 days in and you still have that new year smell. Things are going well so far, sleep at 4 a.m&lt;br&gt;was quite possibly the worst thing you can deal  with.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I kicked off twenty-eleven in the apartment with 3 of my closest friends; the kind of friends you can share a sofa with for four consecutive days without wanting to shove each other into another room; the kind of friends who are cool with you sending the same tortilla chip into the salsa for the third time; the kind of friends who don&amp;#39;t mind if the last morning show has rolled its credits and you still haven&amp;#39;t brushed your teeth. In other words: guys and un-spoiled girl. We did a lot of nothing--partially because that was the point of staying in --but it was a perfect kind of nothing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;My grandma used to say that the way your New Year&amp;#39;s Day unfolded was the way the rest of your year would go. You know, if you were happy, you&amp;#39;d be happy all year and all that. I like to think that her beliefs hold true, that this is going to be a year of comfortable relationships, of easy laughter and big dreams, and of heavily processed food. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know if I have a new year resolution. If I&amp;#39;m going to fail, I like to fail in a big, big way. Last year, I kicked tradition aside and made an attempt at making myself better. I thought that typing out a list of goals would help me work toward them, but instead they became the first entry in a journal I abandoned after approximately six and a half days. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last year wasn&amp;#39;t one that paid particularly well, but it absolutely paid off. I made some invaluable connections and some equally incredible friends. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Save money. No more shoes. That last one&amp;#39;s for real. You don&amp;#39;t need another shoes. Oh, resolution, you were a mega-fail from the time I typed the first imperative sentence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take more pictures. You&amp;#39;re not going to remember this stuff forever. I didn&amp;#39;t take enough pictures. No matter how many I take, there will never be enough to fill in the gaps in my memory of all of the Technicolor good times I like to think I had. One day, I&amp;#39;ll wish I had more, of everything from last weekend to this weekend to my next weekend. One day, I&amp;#39;ll want to remember how young I was and to forget that I didn&amp;#39;t appreciate it and I&amp;#39;d like to have enough snaps on enough memory cards to do just that. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Try harder.&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s what I&amp;#39;m doing, kids.&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s what I&amp;#39;m doing. &lt;p&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3817590158259696932?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3817590158259696932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3817590158259696932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3817590158259696932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3817590158259696932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-aint-it.html' title='2011, Ain&apos;t It?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TSAg46zcJJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4DhoMOeQ1Qk/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FQ2FwdHVyZTEzXzM2XzQ4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-703471' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4709652464673925629</id><published>2010-11-21T20:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:44:04.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hello, I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>I'm still here, subsisting largely on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why haven't I been writing? That's the thing, I've been doing nothing but managed to score a couple of ongoing projects. Now I'm back from a busy couple of weeks, not much really, save for fighting with my own brain. I know there are things I need to be doing, but for some reason, I just love to blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I do still feel pain. Sometimes, some of life's most important lessons are also the most painful to learn. Experiencing these truths for myself, can leave me mentally spent and emotionally battered. Each shot to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4709652464673925629?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4709652464673925629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4709652464673925629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4709652464673925629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4709652464673925629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-im-alive.html' title='Hello, I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2289169556277120790</id><published>2010-09-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:46:05.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reia's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZZl1crgdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p1DnCoT7X0k/s1600/IMG_4611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZZl1crgdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p1DnCoT7X0k/s320/IMG_4611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518696899926524370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl. She's 3 Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZZlH5tSAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/47oQsEmC6Zk/s1600/IMG_4613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZZlH5tSAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/47oQsEmC6Zk/s320/IMG_4613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518696887700244482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes fast. It flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZZkmjcLWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/D19ikKOfqKQ/s1600/IMG_4614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZZkmjcLWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/D19ikKOfqKQ/s320/IMG_4614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518696878748478818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's ready to blow the candle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZYE8re1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2-F7NhtBRGc/s1600/IMG_4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZYE8re1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2-F7NhtBRGc/s320/IMG_4616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518695235420345746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her lovely brother, Renee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZYDoE66iI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5GAbNG2wLDc/s1600/IMG_4622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZYDoE66iI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5GAbNG2wLDc/s320/IMG_4622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518695212710029858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my Sister, their mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZYDdah-cI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zYgwjXyO-eM/s1600/IMG_4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZYDdah-cI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zYgwjXyO-eM/s320/IMG_4623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518695209847880130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up, so no face of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW4zbeXbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/s3Hi9GRNCpw/s1600/IMG_4627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW4zbeXbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/s3Hi9GRNCpw/s320/IMG_4627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518693927267229106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bappy Hirthday, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW4btbO7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/j_WqMBne_9g/s1600/IMG_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW4btbO7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/j_WqMBne_9g/s320/IMG_4629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518693920900070322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast with Renee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW3xC87ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-i6WJRNYDHc/s1600/IMG_4653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW3xC87ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-i6WJRNYDHc/s320/IMG_4653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518693909447634322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renee's giving her a necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW3c4RajI/AAAAAAAAAOk/N0lUI73uTKE/s1600/IMG_4665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW3c4RajI/AAAAAAAAAOk/N0lUI73uTKE/s320/IMG_4665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518693904034130482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, acu, Picasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW3F-Hu_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LBQqnpq2cYE/s1600/IMG_4667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZW3F-Hu_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LBQqnpq2cYE/s320/IMG_4667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518693897884646386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small party. Just the 4 of us. But she's smiling and happy. That's the most important thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2289169556277120790?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2289169556277120790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2289169556277120790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2289169556277120790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2289169556277120790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/09/reias-birthday.html' title='Reia&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TJZZl1crgdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p1DnCoT7X0k/s72-c/IMG_4611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6289888989475242166</id><published>2010-09-15T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:22:18.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>How To Be Alone</title><content type='html'>Found it on some website, and I fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I broke up with my boyfriend, I feel this kind of lonely, and still sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;And at certain point, you need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever your reason is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being alone, doesn't mean you're lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/k7X7sZzSXYs/hqdefault.jpg);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&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/3397532516319408816-6289888989475242166?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6289888989475242166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6289888989475242166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6289888989475242166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6289888989475242166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-be-alone.html' title='How To Be Alone'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4156603300248581826</id><published>2010-09-13T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T04:46:56.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Sunday Walk In....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4NJj0W7cI/AAAAAAAAANo/K_jsq-BxxOc/s1600/IMG_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4NJj0W7cI/AAAAAAAAANo/K_jsq-BxxOc/s320/IMG_4532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516361051460267458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4NJaXXUlI/AAAAAAAAANg/rGnuuiSzkYo/s1600/IMG_4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4NJaXXUlI/AAAAAAAAANg/rGnuuiSzkYo/s320/IMG_4512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516361048922739282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4L52QkXgI/AAAAAAAAANY/0czNufWmH2k/s1600/IMG_4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4L4_Buf3I/AAAAAAAAANI/oLgjr4B2V5M/s320/IMG_4507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516359667194691442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4L4uHfo4I/AAAAAAAAANA/4uab9lFRViQ/s1600/IMG_4498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4L4uHfo4I/AAAAAAAAANA/4uab9lFRViQ/s320/IMG_4498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516359662655480706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4L4Fu3u4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/3NnBCBJ1K40/s1600/IMG_4489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4L4Fu3u4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/3NnBCBJ1K40/s320/IMG_4489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516359651814783874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish to finish the sentence, with the word "Park". Here I go, going to finish the sentence with the word "Mall". Sad, yes it's sad. Living in a big city with unpredictable weather and horrible traffic jam, everything is not walking distance and even more, we don't have descent park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, the family, spent the Sunday at the Mall. Interesting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat. We laugh. We took pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4156603300248581826?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4156603300248581826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4156603300248581826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4156603300248581826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4156603300248581826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-walk-in.html' title='A Sunday Walk In....'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TI4NJj0W7cI/AAAAAAAAANo/K_jsq-BxxOc/s72-c/IMG_4532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-1789042521051826706</id><published>2010-09-08T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:58:49.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>How To Eat a Date-Palm, differently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeIUOfWZMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/drWMazIiEe0/s1600/IMG_4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeIUOfWZMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/drWMazIiEe0/s320/IMG_4309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514526149806810306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeIT8POkUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CW1KlEmto10/s1600/IMG_4310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeIT8POkUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CW1KlEmto10/s320/IMG_4310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514526144907350338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeISz0cA2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/nv-zxhPfi1g/s1600/IMG_4311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeISz0cA2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/nv-zxhPfi1g/s320/IMG_4311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514526125467632482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeISSiOHGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1FwIChKL6bQ/s1600/IMG_4313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeISSiOHGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1FwIChKL6bQ/s320/IMG_4313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514526116532853858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date palm, mentioned more than any other fruit-bearing plant in the Qur’an, is a symbol often associated with Islam and Muslims. Throughout the month of Ramadhan, dates are a common ingredient in the Muslim diet.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though &lt;/span&gt;dates considered as an almost ideal food, providing a wide range of essential nutrients and potential health benefits, the remainder consists of protein, fat and mineral products including copper, sulfur, iron, magnesium and fluoric acid, high in fiber and an excellent source of potassium, the sugar content of ripe dates is about 80%, that's why dates are very sweet. Sometimes too sweet to be eaten daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I have this recipe to eat dates differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;2. Date Palm&lt;br /&gt;3. Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to cook:&lt;br /&gt;pick the amount of dates that you want to eat, slice, take out the seed, replace it with cheese that you've slice as the size of the seed. Heat butter in a small sauted-pan, then put the dates, let it fried for 3-4 minutes. then voila.. you got a different taste of date-palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Let me know if you've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);" href="http://www.islamonline.net/servlet/Satellite?c=Article_C&amp;amp;cid=1157365888549&amp;amp;pagename=Zone-English-HealthScience%2FHSELayout#ixzz0ywK26eLC"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-1789042521051826706?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/1789042521051826706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=1789042521051826706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/1789042521051826706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/1789042521051826706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-eat-date-palm-differently.html' title='How To Eat a Date-Palm, differently.'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/TIeIUOfWZMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/drWMazIiEe0/s72-c/IMG_4309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-253246701908944612</id><published>2010-09-07T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T06:23:37.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Relationship. What Relationship?</title><content type='html'>If we check Wikipedia and look for the word 'relationship', here's what we get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationship&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;relationships&lt;/b&gt; may refer to:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_relationship" title="Interpersonal relationship"&gt;Interpersonal relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_relationship" title="Intimate relationship"&gt;Intimate relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In mathematics and statistics: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Binary_relation" title="Binary relation"&gt;Binary relation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Direct_relationship" title="Direct relationship"&gt;Direct relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inverse_relationship" title="Inverse relationship"&gt;Inverse relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Causality" title="Causality"&gt;Causal relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Correlation_and_dependence" title="Correlation and dependence"&gt;Correlation and dependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In database design: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relational_model" title="Relational model"&gt;Relational model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entity-relationship_model" title="Entity-relationship model"&gt;Entity-relationship model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just pay attention to the intimate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;"Intimate relationships play a central role in the overall human experience.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-MilPerBre_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_relationship#cite_note-MilPerBre-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Humans have a universal need to belong and to love which is satisfied when an intimate relationship is formed.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Perlman_1-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_relationship#cite_note-Perlman-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Intimate relationships consist of the people that we are attracted to, whom we like and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love" title="Love"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance_%28love%29" title="Romance (love)"&gt;romantic&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_sexuality" title="Human sexuality"&gt;sexual relationships&lt;/a&gt;, and those whom we marry and provide and receive emotional and personal support from.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-MilPerBre_0-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_relationship#cite_note-MilPerBre-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Intimate relationships provide people with a social network of people that provide strong emotional &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attachment_%28psychology%29" title="Attachment (psychology)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;attachments&lt;/a&gt; and fulfill our universal needs of belonging and the need to be cared for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; whom we like, love, romantic and sexual relationships.&lt;br /&gt;There's none that mention you should be the first, the second and the third. There's no mentioning about religion issues or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, do you take it when you happen to be the second person? I mean, when you're in touch with someone, and knowing that person is belong to someone else (i.e married or having a relationship), would you still go for it. Then what do you have? A relationship in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this guy put you in his life? After his girlfriend? After his family? After his job? After his friends? Then, what's the point? Where's that priority? What's the point of staying? Even if this guy says that he likes you, he loves spending time with you, and he admire you of making him laugh, then what? Does he choose to be with you? A simple mind-set, if he wants to be with you, he'll be with you. If he's just using you, use him back. Be smart ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. Religion has always been a problem for my friends. Sometimes heart wins over the head. Stupid or what? If you know it would be a problem, why bother to let the feeling grows? I know it's easier said then done, but you know it's a problem before, then why bother now? Go with it, live with it. Swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have too much drama in life. Why relationships should be another drama?&lt;br /&gt;Can life be that simple, "i like you, you like me. let's get together."&lt;br /&gt;No drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-253246701908944612?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/253246701908944612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=253246701908944612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/253246701908944612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/253246701908944612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/09/relationship-what-relationship.html' title='Relationship. What Relationship?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4148928080037582154</id><published>2010-06-29T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T04:26:48.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definisikan zinah, definisikan dosa.</title><content type='html'>Kita, sama-sama manusia. &lt;br&gt;Kita, sama-sama tidak tau di mana dan kapan nafas akan berakhir. &lt;p&gt;Definisikan zinah, definisikan dosa. &lt;br&gt;Apakah kita tau pasti siapa yang akan menghakimi?&lt;br&gt;Apakah kita tau seratus persen apa itu zinah, apa itu dosa?&lt;p&gt;Tidak perlu pintar untuk menghakimi orang lain.&lt;br&gt;Tidak perlu pandai untuk menilai orang lain.&lt;p&gt;Artikan hidup, artikan mati. &lt;br&gt;Apakah kita tau siapa itu waktu?&lt;br&gt;Apakah kita tau siapa itu apa?&lt;p&gt;Kita, sama-sama punya dosa.&lt;br&gt;Kalau dosa itu ada.&lt;br&gt;Kita, sama-sama berzinah.&lt;br&gt;Kalau, zinah itu ada.&lt;p&gt;Senyum, tulus, lepaskan. &lt;br&gt;Tuhan mengerti.&lt;p&gt;----&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;~i&amp;#39;m a wise girl who kisses but don&amp;#39;t love, listen but don&amp;#39;t believe, and leave before i&amp;#39;m left~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4148928080037582154?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4148928080037582154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4148928080037582154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4148928080037582154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4148928080037582154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/06/definisikan-zinah-definisikan-dosa.html' title='Definisikan zinah, definisikan dosa.'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5384494886761402016</id><published>2010-05-12T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:39:17.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>31 Before 31</title><content type='html'>here are the list of 31 things I will try to do before I turn 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. give 31 gifts to 31 random people. (let see if you get lucky)&lt;br /&gt;2. stick a post it on every ATM Machine I stop, all will be written: thank you, Universe&lt;br /&gt;3. get a hair make-over&lt;br /&gt;4. learn how to make sushi&lt;br /&gt;5. bake my own birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;6. learn 100 more German words&lt;br /&gt;7. read all the unread books on my bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;8. learn how to examine my car (in case of emergency (again))&lt;br /&gt;9. taste all menthol cigarette&lt;br /&gt;10. make a table of pros &amp;amp; cons of guys I've been dating&lt;br /&gt;11. sell some un-used stuff in my room (phew, I can end-up only with my bed)&lt;br /&gt;12. try every menu on my favorite restaurant&lt;br /&gt;13. sing a song and record it&lt;br /&gt;14. get a publisher deal&lt;br /&gt;15. buy an iPad&lt;br /&gt;16. study geography (at least know where all the countries are!)&lt;br /&gt;17. learn how to use a contact lens, and wear it for a day&lt;br /&gt;18. go to the post office and send postcards to 5 random friends&lt;br /&gt;19. be someone's assistant for a day (who wants me?)&lt;br /&gt;20. watch more horror movies (definitely not alone)&lt;br /&gt;21. call a long-lost friend&lt;br /&gt;22. go to the zoo and drink beers&lt;br /&gt;23. try bikram yoga&lt;br /&gt;24. send a letter to Oprah (really, pop?)&lt;br /&gt;25. party like I've never been party before&lt;br /&gt;26. book a ticket to Europe&lt;br /&gt;27. buy a coloring book and color it nicely&lt;br /&gt;28. get my favorite Barbie&lt;br /&gt;29. cook dinner for friends&lt;br /&gt;30. take pictures in lotsa places with one style, and make it as a collage&lt;br /&gt;31. say I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, that's quite a long list.. let's see if I can make all happen.&lt;br /&gt;you can help me here to make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5384494886761402016?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5384494886761402016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5384494886761402016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5384494886761402016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5384494886761402016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/05/31-before-31.html' title='31 Before 31'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5774160212636165160</id><published>2010-04-18T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T03:59:44.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A letter from the past</title><content type='html'>Dear future-smart-kick-ass-great-smile-book-movie-and-music-freak-husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wonder if I know you or have yet to meet you.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way, I know I think about you all the time.&lt;/span&gt; You see, my life is already complete. I am a smart, well-rounded (literally) woman that has great life, great job and is responsible. I have my own hobbies, likes and interest. I would absolutely love to share them with you, providing that you find your way into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish your name is something beautiful but I can't be so sure. I want to think you're very tall but, not that tall. Anyway, I am not writing to you to ask your name or even what it is you look like so I will know you the moment I see you. The real reason I am is so I can tell you that I am no longer waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That doesn't mean I am giving up on you ever arriving or that I am going to date a million guys to compensate for your inability to adhere to my odd demand that you show up by the time I'm 31. Instead, it means that &lt;span id="cuttaganchor"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am just not going to look for you quite as hard anymore and just trust that, if you do decide to come along, my life will be enhanced, not "complete".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, one day, you will come. But, if for some reason you don't, I will be fine. I have the best of friends, a great extended family and a strong sense of self-worth. That will get me through just about anything life has to throw my way. That doesn't mean I don't wish you were around to share things with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, until we meet, don't worry about me at all. Just don't give up finding me. I promise I'm around. Keep your eyes open because, I am sure as with all things, we won't find each other until the time is absolutely right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your-future-adorable-smart-ass-love-to-cook-wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5774160212636165160?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5774160212636165160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5774160212636165160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5774160212636165160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5774160212636165160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-from-past.html' title='A letter from the past'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4429356300569042742</id><published>2010-04-01T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:29:46.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilang Sudah</title><content type='html'>seorang kakak,&lt;br&gt;seorang sahabat,&lt;br&gt;pergi sudah...&lt;p&gt;kujumpanya tak lama,&lt;br&gt;tapi ku tahu semua mimpinya...&lt;p&gt;seorang teman, &lt;br&gt;seorang keluarga,&lt;br&gt;istirahat selamanya...&lt;p&gt;kudengar suaranya,&lt;br&gt;tapi tak kulihat wujudnya...&lt;p&gt;hilang sudah&lt;br&gt;sapaan pagimu&lt;br&gt;hilang sudah&lt;br&gt;canda tawamu&lt;p&gt;kurasa lelahmu&lt;br&gt;kurasa resahmu&lt;p&gt;biar kusimpan maumu&lt;br&gt;dan kutunjukkan padamu&lt;p&gt;......suatu hari nanti&lt;p&gt;9:27:54 PM &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;~i&amp;#39;m a wise girl who kisses but don&amp;#39;t love, listen but don&amp;#39;t believe, and leave before i&amp;#39;m left~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4429356300569042742?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4429356300569042742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4429356300569042742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4429356300569042742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4429356300569042742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/04/hilang-sudah.html' title='Hilang Sudah'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8336641262626595693</id><published>2010-03-31T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:17:29.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>"kamu tuh flat juga ya ternyata."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S7O7XHivo0I/AAAAAAAAALI/dSF4HXg-3kY/s1600/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S7O7WZrTmaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MrDInZFdvZM/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454909567199844770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S7O7VRUPskI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y_ZDrCpA4bU/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S7O7VRUPskI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y_ZDrCpA4bU/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454909547775767106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S7O7VDZHf9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/S_UNxcFT-XE/s1600/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S7O7VDZHf9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/S_UNxcFT-XE/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454909544038105042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1498963397&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;"Omar W Kusuma&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I may never find all the answers. I may never understand why. I may never prove what I know to be true. But I know that I still have to try. If I die tomorrow. I'd be alright because I believe. That after we're gone. The spirit carries on. (Dream theater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="fb_dtsg" value="6Q9LA" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="feedback_params" name="feedback_params" value="{&amp;quot;actor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1498963397&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;257123860820&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_profile_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1498963397&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;type_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;22&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;assoc_obj_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source_app_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;extra_story_params&amp;quot;:[],&amp;quot;check_hash&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;cf9b6d70b8c1754f&amp;quot;}" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="adfd6b1e957275a4fbcd6a35e12e52fb" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;action&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.facebook.com/apps/application.php?id=2254487659&amp;amp;ref=mf" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_ICON_Image" title="Facebook for BlackBerry® smartphones"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v43/151/2254487659/app_2_2254487659_7998.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_ICON_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=257123860820&amp;amp;id=1498963397&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;December 30, 2009 at 2:45pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_BottomAttribution"&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mobile/?v=2254487659"&gt;Facebook for BlackBerry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,  no, yesterday around 8ish, I received a phone call from Tendon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it was goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tendon: popy, kamu di mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me: di bangka, kenapa ndon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tendon: udah denger Omar meninggal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me: hah? Omar? Omar mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tendon: Omar's Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me: hah?  hah? apaaaa? kenapa? booong ah.. apaan sih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tendon: beneran, coba telvon maycle, atau bayu, katanya kecelakaan motor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was shocked. Lutut rasanya lemas. Diam. Tak percaya. Trying to deny. Berharap hanya April Mop belaka. Tapi tidak. Berita itu benar adanya. Menyesal kemarin malam tidak mampir ke tempat kamu. But maybe, that's the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just know Omar for quite a while, but we were like clicking in every conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He was a nice host of his place. Always giving me his new drink, apparently I was his guinea pig. But for sure, the double shot espresso plus his special syrup succeed keeping me awake all night long. This past month he always text me and yelled "Pagiiiiiiii," around 7AM, and I used to reply around 10AM or 11AM and said,"Pagiii kakaaaaaaaaaaaa...", lalu dia ngomel-ngomel kalau jam 10-11 itu udah siang. Then starting his preach about "rejeki datangnya pagi-pagi tauuuk.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I started giving him my reasons. He always laugh when I wrote "kakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We discuss a lot mostly about everything. About coffee, life and why I'm still single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This I always remember. He said this to me once,"kamu itu terlalu pintar. dan terlihat sangat pintar. laki-laki itu pasti minder. temen kamu di mana-mana. tapi ini asumsi aku ya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And yes, he made jokes. Kadang-kadang garing juga. The last one, when I was standing, and he was standing next to me, he looked at me and said,"ternyata kamu flat juga ya..." Lantas aku bilang,"kamu pikir aku tivi, flat." But that was hilarious. I keep telling everyone about your joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah, too many little things I can remember about our conversations. I still can't believe you're really gone. You told me your dreams. And I promise you, next time in Europe, I'll go to Berlin and find the coffee shop you've told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll miss you. Already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;RIP, kakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;action&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_ICON_Content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://www.wikimu.com/News/DisplayNewsWisata.aspx?id=16076&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8336641262626595693?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8336641262626595693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8336641262626595693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8336641262626595693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8336641262626595693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/03/kamu-tuh-flat-juga-ya-ternyata.html' title='&quot;kamu tuh flat juga ya ternyata.&quot;'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S7O7XHivo0I/AAAAAAAAALI/dSF4HXg-3kY/s72-c/IMG_1192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6019846283173211962</id><published>2010-03-23T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:00:57.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A pray for a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6hzXHgHn3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/KNqV7gD_ecs/s1600-h/Photo+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6hzXHgHn3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/KNqV7gD_ecs/s320/Photo+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451734189919936370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6hzW5MsCMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X4CYvG6OmKU/s1600-h/Photo+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6hzW5MsCMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X4CYvG6OmKU/s320/Photo+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451734186080340162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6hzWsJltEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nAb4ofWEhGE/s1600-h/Photo+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6hzWsJltEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nAb4ofWEhGE/s320/Photo+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451734182577681474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just visited a friend, a close friend today. Unfortunately she got Lupus and have been ill this past one year. She used to be a very active woman, we happened once to work in the same office. and seeing her just lying there and do nothing, it breaks my heart. really. Her parents has spent so much money for her medication, and now they're in need. she just weight 38kg now, and it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish for her health now. I will do anything I can do to help her. She still have the courage, she still have the spirit to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever read this, please pray for her and send so much gratitude for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6019846283173211962?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6019846283173211962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6019846283173211962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6019846283173211962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6019846283173211962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/03/pray-for-friend.html' title='A pray for a friend'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6hzXHgHn3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/KNqV7gD_ecs/s72-c/Photo+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8169463110426705818</id><published>2010-03-21T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:22:47.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_2BRfrPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BS0nFFMsbME/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_2BRfrPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BS0nFFMsbME/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451184965010042098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_1_yc25I/AAAAAAAAAKA/imBtGSjTdo0/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_1_yc25I/AAAAAAAAAKA/imBtGSjTdo0/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451184964611398546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_1Q3aZyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yg-c09iRiI0/s1600-h/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_1Q3aZyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yg-c09iRiI0/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451184952015742754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_1OcoJXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ni262Opqecc/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_1OcoJXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ni262Opqecc/s320/IMG_1258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451184951366526322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_0qdSJUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yy1ypqF_gDo/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_0qdSJUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yy1ypqF_gDo/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451184941705602370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have one nephew and one niece. Renee and Reia. Renee is 4 and Reia is going to turn 3 this September. Yesterday I was babysitting for my sister. Since she's a single mom, I think it's okey for me once in a while taking care of her kiddos on Saturday night. I'm not going anywhere either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids, they are pretty adorable. They love stories, so every time I tell them stories about how they were being born, they both are very excited. They love jumping here and there too, well kids. I finally succeed to put them to bed on 10.30PM and my sister got home around 2.30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8169463110426705818?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8169463110426705818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8169463110426705818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8169463110426705818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8169463110426705818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/03/kiddos.html' title='kiddos'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6Z_2BRfrPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BS0nFFMsbME/s72-c/IMG_1266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-1205341633403401305</id><published>2010-03-20T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:50:12.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Are You  Brave Enough Not To Believe In God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX3Gm5VrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3kC-cC5sL0s/s1600-h/IMG_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX3Gm5VrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3kC-cC5sL0s/s320/IMG_1014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450789159435851442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX2vSvgkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jmTnOzOw_Y0/s1600-h/IMG_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX2vSvgkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jmTnOzOw_Y0/s320/IMG_1003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450789153177305666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX2apHfvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x8n8SLahek4/s1600-h/IMG_0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX2apHfvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x8n8SLahek4/s320/IMG_0972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450789147634007794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX1iP2XMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9tFWmBDqdgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX1iP2XMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9tFWmBDqdgQ/s320/IMG_0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450789132495641794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX19x_kRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GMoylAYLg2U/s1600-h/IMG_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX19x_kRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GMoylAYLg2U/s320/IMG_0744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450789139886608658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since I can ever remember, I always fascinated by sky. The cloud, the stars, the moon, the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somehow it's just show me how small I am. It reminds me there are bigger things out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some pictures of clouds and sunset. I took it up in the air and in Bali with my powershot G11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's quite good.&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/3397532516319408816-1205341633403401305?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/1205341633403401305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=1205341633403401305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/1205341633403401305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/1205341633403401305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-brave-enough-not-to-believe-in.html' title='Are You  Brave Enough Not To Believe In God?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6UX3Gm5VrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3kC-cC5sL0s/s72-c/IMG_1014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8488184647057802664</id><published>2010-03-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:03:13.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>visiting a good friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SBKuqUFxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JSBeHvPMoP4/s1600-h/IMG_0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SBKuqUFxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JSBeHvPMoP4/s320/IMG_0915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450623470349326098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SBKSCEIlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iCMY-Au3FrI/s1600-h/IMG_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SBKSCEIlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iCMY-Au3FrI/s320/IMG_0910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450623462664315474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SBJy10d1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/mQ8-XxdTVaI/s1600-h/IMG_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SBJy10d1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/mQ8-XxdTVaI/s320/IMG_0831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450623454291457874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to finally have time to visit my good friend, Olie, in Bali. It's been 2 years since she decided to move to Bali to heal her broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally find myself a cheap ticket, packed my bags in 2 days, then leave on Thursday. It's nice to have a quick getaway by yourself. You have time to reminiscing the past month of your life, what you've been up to, such a great conversation with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, Olie lives nearby the airport, it's only 10 minutes walking (cause of high-heels and heavy bags). We were catching up a lot and also on the next 3 days. Connecting all the missing links again. Too bad the weather wasn't really good. I caught a fever on the last day. Maybe because of all the beach visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it was a great trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8488184647057802664?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8488184647057802664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8488184647057802664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8488184647057802664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8488184647057802664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/03/visiting-good-friend.html' title='visiting a good friend'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SBKuqUFxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JSBeHvPMoP4/s72-c/IMG_0915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5911470024500840908</id><published>2010-03-16T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:04:19.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I want u to come over,&lt;br /&gt;I will try outfits and u can shake ur head yes or no, I will throw the no's...&lt;p&gt;It will be fun, cause I'm fun to be around,&lt;br /&gt;And I will make u something good to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A simple thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5911470024500840908?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5911470024500840908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5911470024500840908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5911470024500840908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5911470024500840908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-9161444000303118333</id><published>2010-02-26T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:40:20.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>100 + Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="entry-title"&gt;100 + Things About Me&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. I share the date of my birthday with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Duchess_Tatiana_of_Russia" title="Grand Duchess Tatiana of Russia" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Grand Duchess Tatiana of Russia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am the youngest child&lt;br /&gt;3. I began reading when I was 5 years old&lt;br /&gt;4. Not longer after, I learned how to read cursive upside down too&lt;br /&gt;5. I was class favorite in kindergarten until high school :p&lt;br /&gt;6. My show &amp;amp; tell items probably won me the boys’ vote…&lt;br /&gt;7. I’ve nearly dropped my jaw (in real meaning)&lt;br /&gt;8. I love swimming&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm a FRIENDS addict&lt;br /&gt;10. I must watch it at least 1 episode every day&lt;br /&gt;11. Never broken a bone to date *knock on wood*&lt;br /&gt;12. I have 4 stitches in my body&lt;br /&gt;13. Eleven is my favorite number&lt;br /&gt;14. You’ll rarely catch me combing my hair&lt;br /&gt;16. I am an 80’s child&lt;br /&gt;17. My first boyfriend was my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;18. There, there&lt;br /&gt;19. In love with my Canon G11&lt;br /&gt;20. Jeff Buckley's songs are awesome&lt;br /&gt;21. I still wanna go to school&lt;br /&gt;22. I was a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;23. Which was, proudly, I'm good at my academic too&lt;br /&gt;24. I blame myself for not learning how to play guitar and piano&lt;br /&gt;25. I learned English since I was 6&lt;br /&gt;26. I graduated from diploma school when I was 21&lt;br /&gt;27. I’ve only made one 5 in math in all my years of school…&lt;br /&gt;28. And, yes, I was devastated because it was my favorite/best/easiest subject&lt;br /&gt;29. Until that time, I had plans of majoring in math, but nixed it after that!&lt;br /&gt;30. Secretly love some country music.&lt;br /&gt;31. Start making my own money when I was cheerleading and dancing&lt;br /&gt;32. I ended up with a broadcasting degree&lt;br /&gt;33. And never once work in the tv station&lt;br /&gt;34. I just once work in the radio when I was in college&lt;br /&gt;35. Now I'm self-employed&lt;br /&gt;36. I still wanna learn my German language&lt;br /&gt;37. I'm in love with my middle name "Aranda"&lt;br /&gt;38. My grandma said it's an Orchid , Aranda abbreviated in trade journals &lt;b&gt;Aranda&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aranda_%28orchid%29#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; is an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intergeneric_hybrid" title="Intergeneric hybrid" class="mw-redirect"&gt;intergeneric hybrid&lt;/a&gt; between the orchid genera &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arachnis_%28orchid%29" title="Arachnis (orchid)"&gt;Arachnis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanda" title="Vanda"&gt;Vanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Arach x V).&lt;br /&gt;40. But my grandpa said it's taken also from Pablo Aranda Ruiz, a spanish statement&lt;br /&gt;41. It's just lovely when your name has 2 meanings.&lt;br /&gt;42. I love dogs better than cats&lt;br /&gt;43. My grandma at first wanted to name me: Rebecca Christine&lt;br /&gt;44. Growing up, I spent my weekends at one or both of my grandparents houses&lt;br /&gt;45. I’ve had a pet puppy named Bandit when I was in kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;46. He was kidnapped once!&lt;br /&gt;47. My mom like to joke that I was addopted.&lt;br /&gt;48. Notice how our face look-alike, I believe her no more.&lt;br /&gt;49. I’m miss direction&lt;br /&gt;50. Yet I drive here and there&lt;br /&gt;51. I was in the drum band team in elementary school&lt;br /&gt;52. I was the majorette and can play the drum&lt;br /&gt;53. I also played volleyball in 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;54. I ran track for three years in high school&lt;br /&gt;55. ..and just realize I was pretty athletic&lt;br /&gt;56. I am a drama queen&lt;br /&gt;57. I was in Girl Scouts&lt;br /&gt;58. My first vehicle (that I paid for) was a Corolla&lt;br /&gt;59. In a one year period from mid fall of my senior year through mid fall of my freshman year of college, vehicles I drove were hit 2 times&lt;br /&gt;60. The first time the car was parked and I wasn’t within 50 yards or more of them&lt;br /&gt;61. The second time I was…because of the stupid truck driver.&lt;br /&gt;62. I want to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;63. I’m thinking of writing one soon.&lt;br /&gt;64. I’m not taught in html/web design&lt;br /&gt;65. I want to take a course in html simply for resume purposes&lt;br /&gt;66. I wish I had more time updating my blog&lt;br /&gt;67. My first favorite computer games were frog and pacman&lt;br /&gt;68. I believe I was born in the wrong continent&lt;br /&gt;69. I’ve ’surfed’ the web&lt;br /&gt;70. I miss using a PC&lt;br /&gt;71. I’ve owned an ipod, but because I rarely used it, only when travelling&lt;br /&gt;72. I’m a Canon girl&lt;br /&gt;73. I need more cameras&lt;br /&gt;74. I love to read…I’m very much a bookworm&lt;br /&gt;75. I love traveling&lt;br /&gt;76. I intend for traveling at least once a year&lt;br /&gt;77. I’ve been missing Europe all the time&lt;br /&gt;78. I miss Perth too&lt;br /&gt;79. I love coffee&lt;br /&gt;80. Currently, my favorite color is black…&lt;br /&gt;81. My ‘realistic’ dream job (in other words, would pay the bills) is to become a Special Agent for the FBI&lt;br /&gt;82. And, yes, I am working towards that dream job currently (lying)&lt;br /&gt;83. However, if it paid the bills and provided insurance, paid time off, and a stable retirement plan, I’d switch to photography (portraiture and commercial with some weddings mixed in) in a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;84. I can tell you in detail what I was doing when I heard about/witnessed on tv about the Tsunami, Princess Di’s death, and 9-11.&lt;br /&gt;85. I have a knack for remembering details like the above events, and of conversations (work and non work related)&lt;br /&gt;86. Despite having dark brown hair all of my life, I do have sympathy black moments&lt;br /&gt;87. I have been a black for about 24 hours once&lt;br /&gt;88. I have no desire to ever go black again!&lt;br /&gt;89. I lost 2 granpas and 1 grandma&lt;br /&gt;90. I’ve never been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;91. I’ve plan to soon&lt;br /&gt;92. I’ve only been dehydrated once in my life&lt;br /&gt;93. I hate chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;94. I heart Jason Mraz, was so lucky to meet him in person&lt;br /&gt;95. I once considered getting an associates in photography/graphic design&lt;br /&gt;96. I’m still seriously considering getting a PhD in Criminal Justice&lt;br /&gt;97. Growing up, I wanted to be a school teacher, meteorologist, architect, lawyer, and physical therapist.&lt;br /&gt;98. I’m none of those things today, although I’m educationally qualified to be a college instructor!&lt;br /&gt;99. If I could only pick five places to visit before I die, I’d want to go to the British Isles/Ireland, Germany, Iceland, Canada, and New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;100. I’ve never had surgical procedures in my life&lt;br /&gt;101. I’m one of the few people who gets their money’s worth of bags&lt;br /&gt;102. I never wore glasses&lt;br /&gt;103. I wanna change my passport so I can travel more&lt;br /&gt;104. I’ve owned my dream car, a Ford Ranger&lt;br /&gt;105. I traded it in last fall, however, for something more practical…a Ford Fusion&lt;br /&gt;106. I hate waiting on hold w/ customer service (especially when its work related)&lt;br /&gt;107. My biggest pet peeve is when someone wrote my name Poppy… it's POPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-9161444000303118333?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/9161444000303118333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=9161444000303118333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/9161444000303118333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/9161444000303118333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/02/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 + Things About Me'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3249195182117850772</id><published>2010-02-04T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:39:25.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>ku tutup hariku...</title><content type='html'>ku tutup hari ini, dengan doa&lt;br /&gt;seperti doaku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku tutup hari ini, dengan tulus&lt;br /&gt;seperti kau tutup pintu hatimu untukku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku tutup hari ini, dengan mimpi&lt;br /&gt;seperti mimpiku ingin bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku tutup hari ini, dengan senyum&lt;br /&gt;seperti ku tutup ceritaku denganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doaku, tulusku, mimpiku, senyumku...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3249195182117850772?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3249195182117850772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3249195182117850772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3249195182117850772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3249195182117850772'/><link 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ini,&lt;br /&gt;kugariskan sebuah cerita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam ini,&lt;br /&gt;kuberitakan pada dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ternyata dirimu tidaklah untukku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih untuk semua rasa ini&lt;br /&gt;indah, terlalu indah&lt;br /&gt;walau hanya untuk diriku sendiri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-9216899338633058822?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/9216899338633058822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=9216899338633058822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/9216899338633058822'/><link rel='self' 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never hurt anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Attached or single? single&lt;br /&gt;B. Best friend? my guys and my girls&lt;br /&gt;C. Cake or pie? cheese cake, apple pie&lt;br /&gt;D. Dog or cat? dog&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential item? bobby pins, lip gloss, sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite color?black&lt;br /&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms? gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;H. Hometown? definitely not Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;I. Favorite indulgence? french fries or any  ice cream&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July? January , there it goes&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids? none&lt;br /&gt;L. Life isn’t complete without? bags and shoes&lt;br /&gt;M. Marriage date? n/a&lt;br /&gt;N. Number of brothers and sisters? 1 sister&lt;br /&gt;O. Oranges or apples? apples&lt;br /&gt;P. Phobias? big spiders, road crossing&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quote? Make a lot of money and everything will follow&lt;br /&gt;R. Reasons to smile? My family, my friends, and the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;S. Season of choice? Autumn&lt;br /&gt;T. Travel dreams? Greece &amp;amp; Croatia&lt;br /&gt;U. Unknown fact about me? My parents almost named me Rebecca, don't think that suits me..&lt;br /&gt;V. Vegetable? Corn, broccoli&lt;br /&gt;W. Worst habit? i broke stuff&lt;br /&gt;X. X-ray or ultrasound? neither&lt;br /&gt;Y. Your favorite restaurants? anywhere serves good wine&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zodiac sign? Gemini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-7537897589147120094?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/7537897589147120094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=7537897589147120094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7537897589147120094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7537897589147120094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-wouldnt-hurt.html' title='It Wouldn&apos;t Hurt'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5456546752277243438</id><published>2010-01-12T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:41:21.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Maaf</title><content type='html'>Maaf,&lt;br /&gt;Jika rasa ini tumbuh&lt;p&gt;Maaf,&lt;br /&gt;Jika sayang itu datang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maaf,&lt;br /&gt;Jika ingin kubutuh hangat pelukmu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setiap kata&lt;br /&gt;Setiap seru&lt;br /&gt;Setiap ucapan dari mu, tampak indah untukku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setiap senyum&lt;br /&gt;Setiap tawa&lt;br /&gt;Setiap simpul dari mu, sepertinya hanya untukku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maaf,&lt;br /&gt;Jika kuingin bersamamu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5456546752277243438?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5456546752277243438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5456546752277243438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5456546752277243438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5456546752277243438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2010/01/maaf.html' title='Maaf'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4348164495288586425</id><published>2009-12-30T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:41:53.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>and I Thank You, GOD</title><content type='html'>and I thank you God, for January to December 2009.... - it's been a long year, so much drama happening, yet it makes me wiser and love life even more.. mostly it has been a long December, yet I'm happy I'll get thru this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you God, for every tears that keeps me stronger... - breaking up it's not easy thing. I come to a point where I have to keep the memory, all of our love, our joy, our tears, our fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you God, for every person I've meet then make them a part of my life... - friends, they come and go, friends that become enemy, call the frenemy. It's all nature's selection. family stays here, no matter how much they've hurt you. It's the blood related thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you God, for every smile I give and I get... - i am thankful for every small part of my face that can create a smile. I might not be the most beautiful woman on earth, but when I smile, it's real. I never fake a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you God, for every songs that accompany me thru good and bad times... - music is one of the most important thing in my life. each and every songs create a soundtrack. but this year, really a jason mraz year. everything is about him, yet I know universe will let me meet him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you God, for every meals, every breath, every water that I take... - gain weigh, lose weight, it's all Your gift. I breath, I sleep, I awake because of You and only You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you God, for all the energy, all the power, all the blessing... - I have this certain energy that keep me sane, that can give me another strength to be strong for my friends. Keep me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you God, for every beautiful mind... - where I can put words like these, where I can have all photographic memories to places I've visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry God, for all the sins I've done, for doubting even in a blink of an eye... and I thank you God, for giving me chances to thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, thank you Universe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i'm a wise girl who kisses but don't love, listen but don't believe, and leave before i'm left~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4348164495288586425?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4348164495288586425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4348164495288586425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4348164495288586425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4348164495288586425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-thank-you-god.html' title='and I Thank You, GOD'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2650347975032576278</id><published>2009-12-23T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:42:31.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serendipity'/><title type='text'>Hope? Serendipity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SzLhfUksUjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OfvINd54-ps/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQ2FwdHVyZSBvbiAxMi0xNy0yMDA5IDIxLTMyLTQzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-725287"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SzLhfUksUjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OfvINd54-ps/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQ2FwdHVyZSBvbiAxMi0xNy0yMDA5IDIxLTMyLTQzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-725287" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418641229894930994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bye 2009, Helloooow 2010....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been quite hard. Now, I've decided I need more serendipity in my life and that I'm going to have to allow for those moments to happen more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution for 2010 will be to create a little serendipity each day. I will try to break my routine, get out of the car, open myself up to new conversations with new people. I will carry my camera more often, won't rush straight home to find only my bed and television, will judge and read books based on their covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that you can't create serendipity; it simply has to happen. But I can make myself more available and find and store away those moments that break up the days and weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sense waiting until 2010, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2650347975032576278?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2650347975032576278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2650347975032576278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2650347975032576278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2650347975032576278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hope-serendipity.html' title='Hope? Serendipity?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SzLhfUksUjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OfvINd54-ps/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQ2FwdHVyZSBvbiAxMi0xNy0yMDA5IDIxLTMyLTQzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-725287' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-1066477690508522354</id><published>2009-12-16T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:43:02.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity work'/><title type='text'>Konser KOIN untuk Keadilan</title><content type='html'>KONSER KOIN UNTUK KEADILAN: Cukup Satu Prita Saja&lt;p&gt;Jakarta, 16 Desember 2009—&lt;br /&gt;Sejumlah musisi besar dan pengamat musik tanah air bergabung dalam konser amal tanggal 20 Desember 2009 yang bertempat di Hard Rock Café Jakarta, dalam rangka merayakan Hari Kesetiakawanan Nasional yang jatuh pada tanggal 20 Desember setiap tahunnya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ide konser ini tercetus tak lama setelah Prita Mulyasari divonis harus membayar uang sejumlah Rp. 204.000.000,- kepada pihak Rumah Sakit Omni International atas tuntutan pencemaran nama baik. Sebagai bentuk kesetiakawanan dan solidaritas, maka dibentuklah tim panitia konser yang terdiri dari jajaran pencinta dan pengamat musik Indonesia dan menamakan diri sebagai KOIN UNTUK KEADILAN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Konser Koin Untuk adalah bentuk rasa kesetiakawanan dan pernyataan sikap untuk melawan ke tidakadilan agar tak ada lagi kasus semacam Prita yang lainnya. Nama KOIN sendiri terinspirasi dari gerakan masyarakat untuk mengumpulkan koin dalam rangka membantu Prita melunasi dendanya. KOIN juga bisa diartikan bebas sebagai akronim dari 'Kepedulian Orang Indonesia'. Inilah simbol gerakan moral dari dunia hiburan tanah air untuk memberi himbauan kepada pemerintah sekaligus menyebarkan inspirasi kepada kaum muda bahwa setiap warga negara memiliki kedudukan yang sama di dalam hukum dan kehidupan politik, sosial, ekonomi dan budayanya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Musisi dan tokoh hiburan yang akan tampil dan ikut andil dalam menyatakan penolakan terhadap ketidakadilan ini adalah Slank, GIGI, Ari Lasso, Nidji, Cokelat, Sheila on 7, Titi DJ, Ada Band, Andra &amp;amp; The Backbone, Padi, She, Sherina, Audy, Drive, Seringai, Pee Weegaskins, Funky Kopral, Kunci, Marvells, Drew, Saykoji, Ronaldisko, Endah N Rhesa, Black Star, Domino, Ika Putri, Gruvi, J-Flow, dan Patent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semua yang terlibat dalam acara ini, baik pengisi acara, venue konser, maupun panitia, bepartisipasi secara sukarela dan tidak menerima bayaran sepeser pun dari pihak manapun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Konser akan digelar mulai pukul 15.00 – 21. 00 WIB. Masyarakat yang berminat untuk datang dan menonton diharapkan untuk menyumbang sebesar Rp. 50.000,- sebagai tanda solidaritas. "Seluruh sumbangan masyarakat di konser ini akan diberikan pada Prita sebagai simbol kesetiakawanan dan bentuk kepedulian kita sesama bangsa Indonesia. Berikutnya, beliau yang akan meneruskan ke pihak yang membutuhkan," papar Adib Hidayat, Ketua Panitia Konser Koin untuk Keadilan, "dan bukan dalam bentuk koin. Itu hanya icon saja," jelasnya lebih lanjut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semua yang terlibat dalam acara ini, baik pengisi acara, venue konser, maupun panitia, bepartisipasi secara sukarela dan tidak menerima bayaran sepeser pun dari pihak manapun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meskipun gugatan terhadap Prita telah dibatalkan oleh pihak Rumah Sakit, namun acara seperti ini penting untuk tetap diadakan agar suara masyarakat tak dianggap remeh dan kejadian serupa tak lagi terjadi di masa mendatang. Cukup satu Prita saja yang mengalami ketidakadilan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk informasi lebih lanjut, silahkan hubungi:&lt;br /&gt;Julisa Tambunan – 08129922410, &lt;a href="mailto:julisa.tambunan@gmail.com"&gt;julisa.tambunan@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adib Hidayat – 08121940640, &lt;a href="mailto:adib.hidayat@gmail.com"&gt;adib.hidayat@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i'm a wise girl who kisses but don't love, listen but don't believe, and leave before i'm left~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-1066477690508522354?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/1066477690508522354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=1066477690508522354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/1066477690508522354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/1066477690508522354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/12/konser-koin-untuk-keadilan.html' title='Konser KOIN untuk Keadilan'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3052842965043562716</id><published>2009-12-10T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:43:31.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Aku, Rindu dan Sayangmu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SyERzL-I-cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KH1fK1AScoA/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NTQtMjAwOTEyMDItMjIzMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744639"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SyERzL-I-cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KH1fK1AScoA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NTQtMjAwOTEyMDItMjIzMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744639" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413627798160472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;suaramu, tenangkan hatiku&lt;br /&gt;suaramu, hilangkan lelahku&lt;p&gt;sayangmu, sejukkan jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;sayangmu, hangatkan diriku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;satu kata darimu, gantikan seribu kata darinya&lt;br /&gt;satu sayang darimu, gantikan seribu hari dengannya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aku, rindu, dan sayangmu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3052842965043562716?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3052842965043562716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3052842965043562716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3052842965043562716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8275161584437330766</id><published>2009-12-04T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:44:58.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>As I Write This</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SxlZYjG9RnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Gn9Okoy0HJM/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODAtMjAwOTEyMDEtMTUyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782212"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SxlZYjG9RnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Gn9Okoy0HJM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODAtMjAwOTEyMDEtMTUyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782212" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411454705538516594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- I remember the perfect get away I had yesterday. It was, it was great, it was a gift. The beach, the sand, the beers, cigs, just perfect. Meeting the best peeps in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- I remember how much I miss your present, I miss your hugs, your kiss, and your tender touch.&lt;br /&gt;- I remember how does it feel to have you in my arms, to sleep within your hugs, and making you breakfast in the morning.&lt;p&gt;di tengah dentuman megabass ini, aku kangen kamu! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8275161584437330766?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8275161584437330766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8275161584437330766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8275161584437330766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8275161584437330766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-i-write-this.html' title='As I Write This'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SxlZYjG9RnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Gn9Okoy0HJM/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODAtMjAwOTEyMDEtMTUyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782212' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-800125637123590224</id><published>2009-11-04T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:46:21.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><title type='text'>Breathtaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SvJgLztFDXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4jIiJLu1Hsw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxOTItMjAwOTExMDItMTUzNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-719903"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SvJgLztFDXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4jIiJLu1Hsw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxOTItMjAwOTExMDItMTUzNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-719903" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400484659144756594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wake up this morning wondering why I'm asleep and if I should be doing something. &lt;p&gt;I'm not sure what to talk about, but I'm trying not to be so bad. Sat myself down to put some thoughts. I left my room in a horrible mess and need to get myself back reorganized. So lost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do miss some places, some friends for multiple reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-800125637123590224?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/800125637123590224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=800125637123590224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/800125637123590224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/800125637123590224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/11/breathtaking.html' title='Breathtaking'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SvJgLztFDXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4jIiJLu1Hsw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxOTItMjAwOTExMDItMTUzNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-719903' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8277456148910224644</id><published>2009-11-02T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:55:42.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superstar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Su7A-uPcnJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fPUEAM5iZAE/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FT3ByYWhfYW5kX01pY2hhZWxfbGF1Z2hpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-754592"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Su7A-uPcnJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fPUEAM5iZAE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FT3ByYWhfYW5kX01pY2hhZWxfbGF1Z2hpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-754592" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399465187061046418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;MJ fans at the time became accustomed to Michael confining his remarks to only a few words, but Oprah's conversational style and ability to create a safe space for her guests allowed Michael to open up and discuss some difficult topics. He denied sleeping in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber and buying the bones of Joseph (John) Merrick, the Elephant Man as reported in the tabloids.&lt;p&gt;Michael: It's crazy. Why would I want to sleep in a chamber? (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: The rumor was that you were sleeping in the chamber because you didn't want to grow old.&lt;br /&gt;Michael: That's stupid. It's completely made up. I'm embarrassed. I'm willing to forgive the press, or forgive anybody, I was taught to love and forgive, which I do have in my heart, but please don't believe these crazy, horrifying things.&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: Did you buy the Elephant man's bones? Were you trying to get them for...&lt;br /&gt;Michael: No. That's another stupid story. I love the story of the Elephant man, he reminds me of me a lot, and I could relate to it, it made me cry because I saw myself in the story, but no I never asked for the...where am I going to put some bones?...&lt;br /&gt;Michael: ....and why would I want some bones?&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: I don't know. So where did that story come from?&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Someone makes it up, and everybody believes it. If you hear a lie often enough, you start to believe it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;That was the quote I take from MJ's interivew with Oprah Winfrey on 1993. As far as I remember since then I was becoming a huge fan of Michael Jackson. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started collecting his cassetes, posters, and updated about everything about him. And in 1996, I cried to my dad to see him in concert in Singapore. It was really awsome. I was with my sister, my cousins and my bestfriend. I was crying and screaming as loud as I can to make him hear. It was just amazing how to see him performing in front of my eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was the man of talent. God and universe gave him everything. His perfect voice, his moves and everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being a huge fan continue until I was entered university. Some friends' making fun of it and I don't care. I even use his story for my english paper. I never care about the gossips. I don't care of what people say about him. Cause for me, it's hard for being him. It's just not easy. And if he must did stupid stuff, it's just him being a human. No body is perfect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As quoted:&lt;br /&gt;Michael also candidly discussed the color of his skin changing over the years. He admitted to having a skin condition called vitiligo where your skin loses melanin, the pigment that determines the color of your skin, hair and eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michael: It's in my family, my father said it's on his side. I can't control it, I don't understand. I mean it makes me very sad. I don't want to go into my medical history because that is private, but that's the situation here.&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: So OK, I just want to get this straight, you are not taking anything to change the color of your skin?&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Oh God no, we tried to control it and using make-up evens it out because it makes blotches on my skin. I have to even out my skin.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On June 25, 2009 the King of Pop passed away. Whatever the reasons are, I don't give a damn. He's dead and that's it. You don't need to say that he has been murdered or what-so-ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The saddest part was, it was a week before the upcoming concert, his final concert This Is It. Millions of fan were really dissapointed. Luckily they shoot the rehearse and turn it into a movie. There u can see how full of love he was, how professional he was, and such a great person he was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was watching This Is It again last night, with my college friends, and at the end of the movie, they were like saying,"now we know why you're admiring him that much."&lt;br /&gt;I really am glad for now other people who doesn't like him at the beginning finally know why. It might be a little too late, but I'm just happy. As he's gonna live forever in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Final quote:&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the interview, Oprah asked Michael, "what do you want the world to know about you most?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michael: Like to be remembered for?&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: Not to be remembered for - what about now? Forget remembered!&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Oh known for now! As to be an artist, a great artist. I, I love what I do and I would love people to love what I do and to be loved. I just simply want to be loved wherever I go. All over the world, because I love people of all races from my heart with true affection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're just one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i'm a wise girl who kisses but don't love, listen but don't believe, and leave before i'm left~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8277456148910224644?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8277456148910224644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8277456148910224644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8277456148910224644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8277456148910224644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Su7A-uPcnJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fPUEAM5iZAE/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FT3ByYWhfYW5kX01pY2hhZWxfbGF1Z2hpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-754592' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3547077527894645939</id><published>2009-10-27T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:10:04.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>"Jelek, Tikam Saja..."</title><content type='html'>Berawal dari makian seseorang yang tidak saya kenal di twitter. Ia memaki vokalis sebuah band besar yang pernah mencapai penjualan album sebanyak 1.000.000 copy dan RBT yang lumayan tinggi dan jadwal manggung yang cukup padat. Ia bilang musiknya nggak bermutu, nggak enak and they should be dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa sih kita bisa menghakimi kalau musik itu jelek? Siapa sih kita harus sebenci itu sama orang yang juga sama-sama berkarya, bekerja and make a living? Not itu cuma ada Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Si, Do. Mau dimainkan seperti apa, saya rasa itu hak mereka. Mau menggunakan kunci B, kunci C, itupun suka-suka mereka. Mau main drumnya jungkir balikpun, it's their rights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal musik, semua masalah selera. Kalau kita nggak suka, just leave them alone. Kenyataannya 1.000.000 orang di Indonesia membeli album mereka, kenyataannya they earnt a lot by making "bad" music. Kalau katanya musik mereka jelek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not about the money. Tapi, bukannya kita harus berterimakasih ya sama band-band yang sekarang lagi laku-lakunya. Name it: Radja, ST12, D'Masiv, Kangen Band, Hijau Daun, Wali and whatsoever. Bukankah karena mereka juga industri ini tetap berjalan? Bukankah karena mereka juga jadi banyak muncul musisi-musisi lain dengan aliran musik berbeda yang membuat industri kita lebih semarak? Bukankah karena mereka juga kita jadi terpacu dengan kesuksesan yang bisa mereka raih tapi belum kita raih? Kalau mereka bisa, kenapa kita nggak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dunia ini banyak sekali jenis aliran musik, kembali lagi ke selera tanpa harus menghakimi. Don't judge. You'll never know. Siapa tau orang yang sekarang kita maki-maki, kita hujat-hujat, malah bisa membantu kita. Anything could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whoever it is, support your local music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3547077527894645939?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3547077527894645939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3547077527894645939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3547077527894645939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3547077527894645939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/10/jelek-tikam-saja.html' title='&quot;Jelek, Tikam Saja...&quot;'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6906369199398837405</id><published>2009-10-24T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:10:33.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>More Than A Friend .. All Too Much</title><content type='html'>Just love the lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I call you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday and you're stressed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rub your back I'm such a good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and I'm feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy moved you down his line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we'd go rent a flick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it close together we still don't click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and the weekend's here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be round at half past nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you're going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Have a nice time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we've got a date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a daytime thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta be somewhere late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more I'd rather do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop now I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't turn back now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't want to anyhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is a day of rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta get something off my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coming over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't think that I'm a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again and again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6906369199398837405?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6906369199398837405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6906369199398837405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6906369199398837405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6906369199398837405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-than-friend-all-too-much.html' title='More Than A Friend .. All Too Much'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-182496215425863326</id><published>2009-10-14T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:11:29.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Nagging Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/StX-um90VOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vS_Bp4nurUw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG9GdW5pYS0zMzM1NzYzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-762028"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/StX-um90VOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vS_Bp4nurUw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG9GdW5pYS0zMzM1NzYzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-762028" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392496205533304034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lately, I've been consume with thought of change. It's not unusual for me to think about change, but lately the thoughts have been growing louder and more persistant.&lt;p&gt;And I can't seem to drown them out as hard as I try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Take a big risk, pack up your life and move across country. Do something that scares you. Just take a risk."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not that these thoughts are bad, but when they start screaming, it's really hard for me to breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;Sort of stuck in bubbly of safety living.&lt;br /&gt;Comfort zone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"How about start dating again? Take a chance with that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these thoughts, they just don't stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make them stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-182496215425863326?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/182496215425863326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=182496215425863326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/182496215425863326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/182496215425863326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-nagging-life.html' title='My Nagging Life'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/StX-um90VOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vS_Bp4nurUw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG9GdW5pYS0zMzM1NzYzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-762028' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2722946449451958097</id><published>2009-10-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:12:06.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Not Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sszu09XDHcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ruV3GsjvAIU/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9wMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767411"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sszu09XDHcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ruV3GsjvAIU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9wMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767411" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389945447647485378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am not a morning person, once i've been, but now, never again. I sleep late, sometimes passing thru sunshine. That explain why I'm not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as sweet as people seem to think. I'm not always patient, especially when I got tired or cranky. I'm not always as happy as I look. I'm not always good at returning phone calls. And I'm no good with directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a mother, not a wife, and not a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of sushi and any other kind of seafood. I am not a fan of liars, cheaters, people who are fake, ignorant or arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a girl who will settle for anything less than butterflies. I am not a girl who will ever forget her friends. I am not a girl who needs to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of girl who falls easily but when I do, I come crashing down. I'm not a girl that can hold a grudge or the type of girl who can hide her emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray for being me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2722946449451958097?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2722946449451958097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2722946449451958097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2722946449451958097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2722946449451958097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-me.html' title='Not Me!'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sszu09XDHcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ruV3GsjvAIU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9wMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767411' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2864700220817579791</id><published>2009-09-20T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:12:52.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Must Have Meatball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SrXeateFjKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j1bhKs9KSJY/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA4NzEtMjAwOTA5MjAtMTIwOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SrXeateFjKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j1bhKs9KSJY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA4NzEtMjAwOTA5MjAtMTIwOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738120" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383453480055049378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eid-Ul-Fitr or most likely heard as Idul Fitri means celebrating the breaking of the fasting month. It marks the end of Ramadan, the holy month of fasting, and is celebrated during the first three days of the month of Syawal. &lt;p&gt;On the day of Eid, Muslims gather early in the morning in outdoor locations or mosques to perform the Eid prayer. It is not a festival related in any way to worldly affairs. Its significance is purely spiritual. Here the Muslims thank God for having given them the will, the strength and the endurance to observe fast and obey His commandment during the holy month of Ramadan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Muslims celebrate this day to celebrate the performance of 30 days of fasting both mentally and physically. The Takbir(Muslim prayer) is recited after having confirmation that the moon of Syawal is sighted on the eve of the last day of Ramadan. It continues until the start of the Eid prayer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before the Eid prayer begins, every Muslim who is able must pay Zakat al-fitr an alms for the month of Ramadan. This equates to about 2 kilograms (4.4 lb) of a basic foodstuff (wheat, barley, dates, raisins, etc.), or its cash equivalent, and is typically collected at the mosque. This is distributed to needy local Muslims prior to the start of the Eid prayer. It can be given at any time during the month of Ramadan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In some of the muslim countries, a holiday of three days is declared and the atmosphere is of total festivity and joyiety everywhere. Peole great each other by saying 'Selamat Idul Fitri, Mohon Maaf Lahir dan Bathin' and hug each other to show their happiness on this day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Indonesia and many other countries a national holiday is declared to celebrate this festival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for my family, the routine start on the eve before Eid. The family from my father's side usually gathered in my grandparents' house, but since my grandma passed away last year, we now gathered at my aunt's house. We eat great food, pray together and sit in a circle and everybody has to speak up their mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the morning of Eid, after praying, we go to the family of my mother's side. My grand mother and my mom's step sister family. The special food in our family most likely the same as most of other family In Indonesia, we have Ketupat (sticky rice), along with Opor Ayam, Rendang, but at my mom's step sister, she always cook this special meatball. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something's missing though. I no longer with my boyfriend this year. Miss him much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I wish you to have a blessed Eid. Let's forgive and forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2864700220817579791?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2864700220817579791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2864700220817579791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2864700220817579791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2864700220817579791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/must-have-meatball.html' title='The Must Have Meatball'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SrXeateFjKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j1bhKs9KSJY/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA4NzEtMjAwOTA5MjAtMTIwOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738120' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2085826423115091650</id><published>2009-09-13T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:13:31.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv quotes'/><title type='text'>Just Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sq1UOAsSMXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ScsRCgjbRq0/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc3RvcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-772972"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sq1UOAsSMXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ScsRCgjbRq0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc3RvcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-772972" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381049729458254194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This conversation addapted from the Gilmore Girls season 1.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my favorit scene.&lt;p&gt;Lorelai: Sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max Medina: I was the one who started the kissed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lorelai: I'm the one who knocked it up to NC 17&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max Medina: Honestly, I don't think that it could be so complicated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lorelai: I know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max Medina: You told me, I don't wanna listen, I don't wanna know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lorelai: It's not your fault. If I hadn't act like a 2 years old and try to run away and pretend you were what you are to me, then we wouldn't have kissed and everything will be fine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max Medina: It was a great kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lorelai: I know. I really really like you Max Medina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max Medina: I really really like you Lorelai Gilmore. Good bye, Lorelai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2085826423115091650?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2085826423115091650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2085826423115091650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2085826423115091650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2085826423115091650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-say-goodbye.html' title='Just Say Goodbye'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sq1UOAsSMXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ScsRCgjbRq0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc3RvcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-772972' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4760332697135300555</id><published>2009-09-12T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:14:05.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Find Word. &gt;&gt;popy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqwDm8bYJxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5--5vzeWESw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-799367"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqwDm8bYJxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5--5vzeWESw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-799367" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380679622391768850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;popy (n) (adj.) po •pi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. belonging to or of the female species;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. does not really enjoy flowers from guy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. can often be found in the company of friends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. overly sensitive, enjoys dry sense of humor and/or sarcasm;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. artist manager, event freelancer, blogger;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. likes black and Japanesse food;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. also referred to as Popy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms: neat, awesome, witty, clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I was more like Popy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4760332697135300555?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4760332697135300555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4760332697135300555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4760332697135300555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4760332697135300555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/find-word-popy.html' title='Find Word. &gt;&gt;popy'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqwDm8bYJxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5--5vzeWESw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-799367' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6496518756107499846</id><published>2009-09-11T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:21:53.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little quiz'/><title type='text'>Crazy Traffic</title><content type='html'>Apparently all responses must be two words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Bag pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? Grow longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? High tempered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? Is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? Sushi Tei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? Him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink? Cold beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Own company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in? The car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Shoes shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? World end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Room, home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something that you aren't? Thin, rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? Cheese muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? Potato head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? DKI Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? Night tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? Legging, tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? All stuffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Friends? Frenemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? Happy, interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? Sleepily productive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? Him, him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Vehicle? Bmw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you're not wearing? Cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? Watsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Earlier today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend? A few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? My wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? Work person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? Sushi tei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crazy I can write this in Jakarta's traffic jam*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6496518756107499846?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6496518756107499846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6496518756107499846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6496518756107499846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6496518756107499846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-traffic.html' title='Crazy Traffic'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2046521115400209392</id><published>2009-09-09T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:22:48.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Miss You, Exclamation Point</title><content type='html'>Fukfukfukfukfukfukfukfukfuk...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to miss you?????&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, the one who cares more is the victim. Because the one who cares more, is inevitably the one who will suffer more. The aim is clear. Hook someone in, and make them care for you, whilst you remain relatively emotionless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hate that I miss you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2046521115400209392?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2046521115400209392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2046521115400209392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2046521115400209392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2046521115400209392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you-exclamation-point.html' title='I Miss You, Exclamation Point'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8303650679228985156</id><published>2009-09-08T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:23:24.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Hanging Out, Dating, Kissing, Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqdGHLZ9bBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hlOKpKJ-uAc/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXQgdGhlIGRvY2suanBn%3F%3D-744901"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqdGHLZ9bBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hlOKpKJ-uAc/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXQgdGhlIGRvY2suanBn%3F%3D-744901" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379345369052048402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What are these Indonesian guys thinking?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things become even more complicated when you actually like someone. Jakarta is not the kind of place you casually bump into people you know. Schedules are tight, everyone is busy, the city will not stop for one person. So 'dates' entail planning in minute detail. Or even no planning at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this guy, named him "John Doe" for example. The situation is disturbing. I like him. I think he likes me. We have fun, he practises good personal hygiene, he's intelligent, interesting, and funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I ever see the damned guy? We have a virtual (non) relationship via text-messaging. I have been in a (non) relationship with John Doe for only a month. Hardly enough time to start stamping your feet and whining 'what's going on?'. But I literally don't know what to think. Do I see him so rarely because he spends all his spare time screwing his ex? Is it any of my business? Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the text messages? Is this the manner nowadays? Do people still sit having coffee together? Do the manual things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an intuitive feeling that I am somehow not 'ideal girlfriend' material, but then I guess this leads to the real question, what do I expect from him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good point. I don't know. What do I expect? More hanging out, less dating. Dating has connotations of cafes, bars and expensive drinks and I'm too damned poor for dating. Hanging out suggests more friendship, more trust, more talking. I guess, really, when it comes down to it, I expect to know what's going on, instead of being in this bizarre paralysis of unknowing, unsure if you're being taken for a ride, gently dumped, or just... not even thought about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I become so ridiculously neurotic? I found myself reading crap for the neurotic female mind, such as the dating bible 'He's just not that into you', and scouring its pages for tell-tale signs of impending (non)relationship ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you neurotic? Tick.&lt;br /&gt;Are you depressed? Not really,&lt;br /&gt;Does he let you down? Well, he doesn't call when he says he's going to...&lt;br /&gt;Does he call at all? Nope, more text messages.&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Because he's busy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is that busy! He's just not that into you! You are a LOSER! Get back in the dating pool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to get out more.&lt;br /&gt;Or oh, not to be here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be in fatherland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8303650679228985156?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8303650679228985156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8303650679228985156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8303650679228985156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8303650679228985156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hanging-out-dating-kissing-thinking.html' title='Hanging Out, Dating, Kissing, Thinking'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqdGHLZ9bBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hlOKpKJ-uAc/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYXQgdGhlIGRvY2suanBn%3F%3D-744901' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8841451851396438216</id><published>2009-09-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:23:55.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain bored'/><title type='text'>Need a translator</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqVverB3IFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O9PG17-lfKM/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbnkuanBn%3F%3D-762229"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqVverB3IFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O9PG17-lfKM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbnkuanBn%3F%3D-762229" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378827902701215826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My life is boring. I can't figure out if I'm totally just crazy or haven't yet figured out how to talk to guys. Especially in relationships. I turn into an idiot. A rambling everything sounds stupid idiot. I need a translator. I'll figure that out later. &lt;p&gt;I have nothing new to say on anything. Pretty much want to send him a message saying it was up to him. And if that goes like it's been, than I'll be the same as I was before. And that's okay. I guess. It'll suck but I can't do anything about it. It's totally and completely up to him. Scary turn of events. Whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm bored. I hate when I'm sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do this and laugh out loud!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/"&gt;http://maps.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click on get directions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From New York, New York.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Paris, France.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then read line #23.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8841451851396438216?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8841451851396438216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8841451851396438216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8841451851396438216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8841451851396438216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-translator.html' title='Need a translator'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqVverB3IFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O9PG17-lfKM/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbnkuanBn%3F%3D-762229' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5562757411614866045</id><published>2009-09-06T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:24:37.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>The time where I got sick... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqQDhyG8iwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BrwBEZmhkEk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fdmlja3MuanBn%3F%3D-791222"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqQDhyG8iwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BrwBEZmhkEk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fdmlja3MuanBn%3F%3D-791222" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378427733908687618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;um yea. I got sick. again. no idea with what.  god damn it I'm tired of being sick. and I think this time it comes with a fever. so I can feel like death warmed over. Its hot. really. &lt;p&gt;now its back to watching stupid television. and listening to mum and dad. music blaring. windows rattling. I enjoy it. Really I do. time to go back to sleeping on the bed... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. I smell like vicks vapor rub.... yummy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5562757411614866045?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5562757411614866045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5562757411614866045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5562757411614866045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5562757411614866045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-where-i-got-sick-again.html' title='The time where I got sick... again'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqQDhyG8iwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BrwBEZmhkEk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fdmlja3MuanBn%3F%3D-791222' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8948159693135159055</id><published>2009-09-06T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:26:08.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>a diamond</title><content type='html'>Let me say it clearly, just once:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku berliannya kamu. Di antara batu-batu lain, aku berlian. Kamu nggak jaga aku baik-baik. Di antara banyaknya laki-laki yang bisa aku pilih, aku pilih kamu! Kalau memang kamu sia-siain aku, aku akan pilih orang lain. Dan kamu nggak akan ketemu orang lain yang segitu sayangnya sama kamu..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8948159693135159055?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8948159693135159055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8948159693135159055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8948159693135159055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8948159693135159055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/diamond.html' title='a diamond'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2591549892648543848</id><published>2009-09-05T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:27:39.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>No Band-Aid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqLDyQwUBgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Qxi4rtzom1Q/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NjguanBn%3F%3D-737754"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqLDyQwUBgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Qxi4rtzom1Q/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NjguanBn%3F%3D-737754" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378076173292275202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Popy I knew was a force of nature. Passionate, focused, a fighter. What happened to me? I've gone soft!&lt;p&gt;I'm no more than... ordinary! What happened to me? I am raised to be an extraordinary human being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone can fall in love and be blindly happy! But not me!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2591549892648543848?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2591549892648543848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2591549892648543848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2591549892648543848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2591549892648543848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-band-aid.html' title='No Band-Aid'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqLDyQwUBgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Qxi4rtzom1Q/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NjguanBn%3F%3D-737754' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5927929309212558881</id><published>2009-09-05T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:28:15.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little quiz'/><title type='text'>Overjoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqKzVuEYBEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eKYhNZUqi-E/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gMTIwLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-726743"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqKzVuEYBEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eKYhNZUqi-E/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gMTIwLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-726743" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378058090758800450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. Join me in __ the cold of rain&lt;br /&gt;2. Put a little __ smile __ in your day!&lt;br /&gt;3. Happiness is __ what you make of life&lt;br /&gt;4. __dazed__ and confused&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm waiting for __ you! I hate being alone&lt;br /&gt;6.__ ice cream_ is hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for Sunday, I'm looking forward to __ rest, enjoying the beautiful day, I want to __ relax_!&lt;p&gt;Can I have any yummy treats for tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5927929309212558881?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5927929309212558881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5927929309212558881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5927929309212558881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5927929309212558881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/overjoyed.html' title='Overjoyed'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqKzVuEYBEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eKYhNZUqi-E/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gMTIwLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-726743' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3151770777790820864</id><published>2009-09-04T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:28:51.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>I'm Vanilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqFfinDnq7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qMUQAF0huts/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaWNlIGNyZWFtLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-738691"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqFfinDnq7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qMUQAF0huts/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaWNlIGNyZWFtLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-738691" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377684478261439410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She has the face u can notice from across the room: dimples, great eyes, straight hair that shines. If she's a superhero she'd be wonder woman. If a man preferred chocolate, there's always her with her model figure and striking beauty. She marked the market on chocolate. &lt;p&gt;What would a anyman have for me, the vanilla? No one ever chose vanilla over either of the classic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't tell me men don't care about manicures, watches and "it" bags. What's the use in comparisons when I can't change who I am? And why would I want to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, at least I'm a woman who knows who she is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3151770777790820864?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3151770777790820864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3151770777790820864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3151770777790820864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3151770777790820864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-vanilla.html' title='I&apos;m Vanilla'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqFfinDnq7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qMUQAF0huts/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaWNlIGNyZWFtLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-738691' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5791676945534162188</id><published>2009-09-03T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:29:32.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqAzoU29LoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G1TMP33DX5o/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9weWRlc3NlcnQuanBn%3F%3D-761518"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqAzoU29LoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G1TMP33DX5o/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9weWRlc3NlcnQuanBn%3F%3D-761518" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377354722967367298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;writing my name on Dubai Desert...&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;p&gt;one of the greatest feeling...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5791676945534162188?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5791676945534162188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5791676945534162188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5791676945534162188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5791676945534162188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SqAzoU29LoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G1TMP33DX5o/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9weWRlc3NlcnQuanBn%3F%3D-761518' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3911566837668144751</id><published>2009-09-03T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:30:06.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>a Popy</title><content type='html'>I really wish computer could get to the point where I could think and it happened. There are some scary consequences to that though... &lt;p&gt;Hhh, it's been pretty hard weeks for me.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't talk to me, let me contribute this to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How to get along with me:&lt;br /&gt;* give me companionship, affection and freedom&lt;br /&gt;* engage with me in conversation and laughter&lt;br /&gt;* don't try to change my style. accept me the way I am&lt;br /&gt;* don't tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;* I dislike annoying people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I like being me:&lt;br /&gt;* being optimistic&lt;br /&gt;* spontanious and free-spirited&lt;br /&gt;* outspoken and outrageous&lt;br /&gt;* take risks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I hate being me:&lt;br /&gt;* not having enough time to do all the things I want&lt;br /&gt;* get lost a lot in fantasies&lt;br /&gt;* think way too much and melodramatic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to contribute to the world, try and stop me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3911566837668144751?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3911566837668144751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3911566837668144751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3911566837668144751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3911566837668144751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/popy.html' title='a Popy'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6565707868603399193</id><published>2009-09-02T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:30:48.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Halfway Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sp64yxvvs2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ekmae9RFzoo/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MjMuanBn%3F%3D-779719"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sp64yxvvs2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ekmae9RFzoo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MjMuanBn%3F%3D-779719" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376938187613516642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Days pass by so fast sometimes. This week, it's almost weekend, it feels as though it just started! This year, it's almost december. &lt;p&gt;I feel like I'm waiting for something, and this waiting is stressful, very stressful. Are you superstitious? I am. Sometimes it just doesn't make sense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Huff, I wish I could replace the custom of shaking hands with a hug. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6565707868603399193?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6565707868603399193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6565707868603399193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6565707868603399193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6565707868603399193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/halfway-thoughts.html' title='Halfway Thoughts'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sp64yxvvs2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ekmae9RFzoo/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MjMuanBn%3F%3D-779719' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-9199072499228048138</id><published>2009-09-01T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:31:35.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sleep Shivering</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sp2PQsqvbdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e13km-GL6A8/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5OTQuanBn%3F%3D-710918"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sp2PQsqvbdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e13km-GL6A8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5OTQuanBn%3F%3D-710918" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376611047181348306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Not sure how I'm going to get back to normal sleep time, since I feel like I never sleep. &lt;p&gt;I sleep late, up early.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at night is a little hard, I wake up wondering why I'm asleep and if I should be doing something. I want more time, more energy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I miss Europe for multiple reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-9199072499228048138?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/9199072499228048138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=9199072499228048138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/9199072499228048138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/9199072499228048138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep-shivering.html' title='Sleep Shivering'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sp2PQsqvbdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e13km-GL6A8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA5OTQuanBn%3F%3D-710918' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8999879711022254079</id><published>2009-08-31T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:32:46.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pale September</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpxG6yMH7tI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-rb8DgB6fx8/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTguanBn%3F%3D-754751"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpxG6yMH7tI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-rb8DgB6fx8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTguanBn%3F%3D-754751" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376250030892510930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Love, does not happen after thirty. What happens then is merely familiarity and comfort, a cosy feeling of acquaintance, a false sense of intimacy and affection that serves to stave off the void for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationship. I'm always on my way out, ready to jump. Bag slung over shoulder, moving on, ticket in hand, a flight, a boat, a train. It's a solo occupation. I just lived with it until it became part of my soul, and every night was just jumping again and again, senseless, exalted, perfect. I don't know if I can give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in my room, contemplating on life, sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes, at peace with what I know, what I have learned: that real life is always inadequate until the retelling of it makes it glorious, victorious, tragic and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why life is never enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8999879711022254079?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8999879711022254079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8999879711022254079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8999879711022254079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8999879711022254079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/pale-september.html' title='Pale September'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpxG6yMH7tI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-rb8DgB6fx8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTguanBn%3F%3D-754751' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6661408893014459025</id><published>2009-08-29T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:38:13.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie quote'/><title type='text'>I Hate You</title><content type='html'>Love this quote very much... &lt;p&gt;1. I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate the way you drive my car.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate it when you stare&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate your big dumb combat boots. And the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate you so much it makes me sick - it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate the way you're always right.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate it when you make me laugh - even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didnt call.&lt;br /&gt;10. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6661408893014459025?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6661408893014459025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6661408893014459025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6661408893014459025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6661408893014459025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-you.html' title='I Hate You'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3208274567153835420</id><published>2009-08-29T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:38:49.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpkXCXSMa0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cfyiNysToJ4/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMTcuanBn%3F%3D-789969"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpkXCXSMa0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cfyiNysToJ4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMTcuanBn%3F%3D-789969" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375352959620901698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The night didn't end for me, it never fucking ended. Now I want the night to end. I hate the fucking night. It's full of ghosts and dreams, whispers and taunts, and when I wake up it's to an empty bed and feelings so acute that being awake is like a permanent scream.&lt;p&gt;My ass-fucked by life, sadly, confusedly sifting through memories of times when I  didn't give a shit, because now I did, and it hurt pretty bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized the other day that I spent thirty years waiting for life to start, without ever fucking realizing it had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That kind of sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Rest of my life begins tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3208274567153835420?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3208274567153835420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3208274567153835420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3208274567153835420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3208274567153835420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-night.html' title='My Night'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpkXCXSMa0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cfyiNysToJ4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMTcuanBn%3F%3D-789969' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2481904519351240010</id><published>2009-08-27T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:39:28.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do You Want Me?</title><content type='html'>Tonight was one of those nights. Too many identities, too many words, too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been terribly alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forgotten in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm doing anymore, I just need to get away. I'm so lonely in here, I know for sure it's a great city but I just want to get out and meet new people, I want to sit and have coffee with new friends and new people who barely knows me and I can talk to, and this has been going round my head and...uuuuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nightmares, so I don't sleep no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2481904519351240010?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2481904519351240010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2481904519351240010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2481904519351240010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2481904519351240010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-want-me.html' title='Do You Want Me?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-7828179017390667763</id><published>2009-08-26T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:40:12.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Jammed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpYIUhpRWuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iyMqmNxWQXU/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZ2lybCt1bmRyZXNzZWQuanBn%3F%3D-714487"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpYIUhpRWuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iyMqmNxWQXU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZ2lybCt1bmRyZXNzZWQuanBn%3F%3D-714487" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374492354035145442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Do you ever get those moments where you want to go and punch a wall? Good, because if you do, then you know exactly how i feel at this very moment. If you don't then you'll figure it out over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if people who don't know me very well, won't totally understand the crazy pace that is this post. Its written by a caffeine crazed person. Or so it seems. If you have total and utter lack of understanding this post, then pick an iconic character from some TV show who has a fast paced rambling ability and then picture them reading this out loud. Otherwise, I guarantee that it won't make sense. Just like my sucktastic spelling skills at the moment. Confused? Great, I am successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is mad. 100% angry. The feeling of quiet death and oncoming hurt makes me love life. I lie, I just feel like utter crap. AND to make it better, I must wake up!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-7828179017390667763?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/7828179017390667763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=7828179017390667763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7828179017390667763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7828179017390667763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/jammed.html' title='Jammed'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpYIUhpRWuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iyMqmNxWQXU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZ2lybCt1bmRyZXNzZWQuanBn%3F%3D-714487' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4739580476181726824</id><published>2009-08-26T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:41:56.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpXBAi6z-GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lahrGv56J78/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbW9uZXkuanBn%3F%3D-758076"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpXBAi6z-GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lahrGv56J78/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbW9uZXkuanBn%3F%3D-758076" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374413945454196834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bad news: I don't see any of the cash until September, I have few in my bank account and am broke, with a pile of bills.&lt;p&gt;What to do for cash? Which isn't stripping, prostitution or selling drugs?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh, recession. Sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm starting to make money from my jobs, but as we all know, freelancing is not the most reliable form of income, so any suggestions for money-earners very welcome. Get married to the rich guy or become a prostitute? (*knock on wood)Hmm, let's weigh the options up... Hahahaaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4739580476181726824?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4739580476181726824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4739580476181726824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4739580476181726824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4739580476181726824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-money-money.html' title='Money, Money, Money'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpXBAi6z-GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lahrGv56J78/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbW9uZXkuanBn%3F%3D-758076' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-7976808911740530891</id><published>2009-08-26T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:42:44.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Details in Fabric</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpV4nfvgvvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QW84I5SYMys/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzY1MzcuSlBH%3F%3D-725551"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpV4nfvgvvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QW84I5SYMys/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzY1MzcuSlBH%3F%3D-725551" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374334350267563762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Night, peeps. What you've been up to? What's new? What's inspiring you? How's your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I have nothing new in the dating area. That seems to be um.... lacking? drying out? No idea what the right word is, but yeah. So I'm waiting and have been since I forgot when. I don't like that waiting. Its my least favorite thing I think *ever.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all sorts of confused as to what to do. So I guess I'll continue on with waiting until something happens. Whatever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, void!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•listening to Jason Mraz (details in fabric)•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i'm a wise girl who kisses but don't love, listen but don't believe, and leave before i'm left~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://goofypopy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-7976808911740530891?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/7976808911740530891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=7976808911740530891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7976808911740530891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7976808911740530891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/details-in-fabric.html' title='Details in Fabric'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpV4nfvgvvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QW84I5SYMys/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzY1MzcuSlBH%3F%3D-725551' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-7980980324845573787</id><published>2009-08-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:43:37.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpReuSxQKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0NYqmm1HxXc/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FRFNDTjIyNDIuSlBH%3F%3D-761180"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpReuSxQKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0NYqmm1HxXc/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FRFNDTjIyNDIuSlBH%3F%3D-761180" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374024404765256194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I feel too much. Do you know how it feels, when you have so many feelings but can't share it to anyone? You have a lot of love to give, but no one around to turn to. &lt;p&gt;I don't wanna feel sad about something that isn't real and doesn't exist. That would be stupid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, I never want to slam the door. I might want to come back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-7980980324845573787?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/7980980324845573787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=7980980324845573787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7980980324845573787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/7980980324845573787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpReuSxQKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0NYqmm1HxXc/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FRFNDTjIyNDIuSlBH%3F%3D-761180' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3988983207137293400</id><published>2009-08-25T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:44:29.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain bored'/><title type='text'>No. 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQ6kLO81HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UjabN0JpAqk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODctMjAwOTA1MTMtMjExMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-704465"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQ6kLO81HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UjabN0JpAqk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODctMjAwOTA1MTMtMjExMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-704465" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373984648525042802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I measured things. It's not exactly the mature approach, but I was in rebound mode with someone who met the needs he couldn't. Of course, I know this isn't the reason to do things, to expect something back. But there's always the unaccounted variable with me.&lt;p&gt;Why bad news always follow a request to be seated?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....and that's when I knew he really wasn't the guy for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What am I writing? Am I just babbling? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3988983207137293400?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3988983207137293400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3988983207137293400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3988983207137293400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3988983207137293400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-8.html' title='No. 8'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQ6kLO81HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UjabN0JpAqk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODctMjAwOTA1MTMtMjExMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-704465' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3900452977498491808</id><published>2009-08-25T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:45:17.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cin(t)a</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQmevbGPyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zDtDCnVeQLw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2ludGEtbG93cmVzMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-761834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQmevbGPyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zDtDCnVeQLw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2ludGEtbG93cmVzMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-761834" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373962564927897378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just catch this movie by myself this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cina seorang anak baru di sebuah fakultas arsitektur, bertemu dengan Anissa, seniornya yg ternyata adalah seorang artis yang kesepian dan selalu terlihat sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena satu hal, mereka akhirnya sering menghabiskan waktu bersama. Cina and Annisa could not love each other because they called God by different names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari segi cerita, film ini punya skrip yang kuat and well research. Quite intelectual. Dibandingkan menonton Merah Putih , well, no offense doch. Untuk seorang sutradara berusia 25 tahun, film ini cukup mengena. Apalagi untuk yg pernah pacaran beda agama. Everyday story yang nggak berani diangkat sama sutradara-sutradara/ ph-ph kondang. Sunny Soon (Cina) dan Saira Jihan (Anissa) sebagai pendatang baru juga aktingnya bisa dikasih nilai 75. Skala 1-100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more movie like this. Bukan cuma sekedar horor-horor nggak jelas, atau cerita dengan konflik yang berlebihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma satu yg ganggu dari film ini, it should be film romantis, tapi scoringnya nggak pas. I bet kalo scoringnya pas, pasti lebih indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk film indonesia, ratingnya B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support your Indo movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3900452977498491808?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3900452977498491808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3900452977498491808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3900452977498491808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3900452977498491808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/cinta.html' title='Cin(t)a'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQmevbGPyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zDtDCnVeQLw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2ludGEtbG93cmVzMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-761834' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3403025982206000479</id><published>2009-08-25T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:46:06.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Dating Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQaKJDOXMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MA3fVsvX8Hw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2ODUtMjAwOTA4MjQtMjEyMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-708596"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQaKJDOXMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MA3fVsvX8Hw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2ODUtMjAwOTA4MjQtMjEyMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-708596" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373949016890301634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Apparently I'm over jealous and slightly crazy, to like someone enough to want to meet them. I never figured that would be a bad thing, but in today's world apparently it is. I feel crushed and rather defeated. And I don't really understand it. Maybe I really am crazy, in trying to find someone who makes me happy. I don't know what to think at the moment. He signed off. And I honestly don't know if he'll be back online. Or at least to talk to me. Then again I barely know anything about him, but I'm drawn to him. Dating sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3403025982206000479?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3403025982206000479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3403025982206000479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3403025982206000479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3403025982206000479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/dating-sucks.html' title='Dating Sucks'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpQaKJDOXMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MA3fVsvX8Hw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2ODUtMjAwOTA4MjQtMjEyMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-708596' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4673979592656149867</id><published>2009-08-25T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:47:31.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain bored'/><title type='text'>A Letter To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpPqrXN3yNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZEgj53dr3bU/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA4ODUuanBn%3F%3D-753140"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpPqrXN3yNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZEgj53dr3bU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA4ODUuanBn%3F%3D-753140" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373896811070605522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dear (you know who u are),&lt;p&gt;Yes its true, I do like you... surprised? and no sorry, you don't get to freak out and ignore me. That's not so cute. What you could do is actually talk to me once in a while so I know I'm not a complete waste of your time. and if that is true, then alas, tell me? Please? *sighs* And yes I've gathered you have your own life problems/issues/whatever, but still no reason to pretend I don't exist. If I wanted to be invisible, well it wouldn't be so hard really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;the smart girl in town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm not crazy, I just like to take chances&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4673979592656149867?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4673979592656149867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4673979592656149867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4673979592656149867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4673979592656149867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-to-you.html' title='A Letter To You'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpPqrXN3yNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZEgj53dr3bU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA4ODUuanBn%3F%3D-753140' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2484726422441357950</id><published>2009-08-24T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:48:54.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpMGoT7pD9I/AAAAAAAAADs/HF6Db8pgHvg/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMzYuanBn%3F%3D-773485"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpMGoT7pD9I/AAAAAAAAADs/HF6Db8pgHvg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMzYuanBn%3F%3D-773485" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373646069998096338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Breakup. They happen all the time. I want to cry now. Cry to my friends. Cry on the way to nowhere. Cry in the shower. I want to find normal again.&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should disappear for a while. When we're missing. People look for us. It's the entire philosophy behind playing it cool. When someone is gone, we imagine the best for them and the worst for us. Then we have to live life with unanswered questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to make those memories with someone. I want to start life and to make a past with someone who could remember my embarrassing moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;let me cry tonight... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2484726422441357950?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2484726422441357950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2484726422441357950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2484726422441357950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2484726422441357950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpMGoT7pD9I/AAAAAAAAADs/HF6Db8pgHvg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMzYuanBn%3F%3D-773485' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3557540601423738543</id><published>2009-08-23T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:49:24.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpG9_r1xlpI/AAAAAAAAADk/dElZQydlnX8/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gNDUuanBn%3F%3D-742763"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpG9_r1xlpI/AAAAAAAAADk/dElZQydlnX8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gNDUuanBn%3F%3D-742763" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373284732227393170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I knew I have to start making my hobbies. My passions. About me. It would be something no one could ever take from me. Learning to make yourself happy, without another person, is just as invaluable as learning from the past. &lt;p&gt;Maybe I am still scared of alone. I'm  afraid of what it means. I think alone is a punishment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just having a hard time accepting there's no guarantee in life, that any moment we hold dear, can be ripped from us. It's a very scary thing realizing you can't control. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shame on me, kissing you wif my eyes closed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3557540601423738543?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3557540601423738543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3557540601423738543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3557540601423738543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3557540601423738543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpG9_r1xlpI/AAAAAAAAADk/dElZQydlnX8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGhvdG8gNDUuanBn%3F%3D-742763' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-2091503928170979526</id><published>2009-08-22T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:50:12.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dirrrtty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpCqwo1iXOI/AAAAAAAAADc/DUe1DsnJkTo/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FRFNDTjIwODUuSlBH%3F%3D-782605"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpCqwo1iXOI/AAAAAAAAADc/DUe1DsnJkTo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FRFNDTjIwODUuSlBH%3F%3D-782605" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372982108025412834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If I ever learned something over the years, it should've been how to walk or let him walk away. I haven't learned how to let go yet. I hope I get there one day and remember that I'm an individual.&lt;p&gt;I've never been so devastated, but it could be worse. I could be sick or find him wif someone else. This is not the worst.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I keep telling myself,"Popy, you can't control everything. Let go! It doesn't matter if he calls or not, whoever he is. Something, somewhere, some power will take care of you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let go. Let go. Learn.&lt;br /&gt;Be free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-2091503928170979526?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/2091503928170979526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=2091503928170979526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2091503928170979526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/2091503928170979526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirrrtty.html' title='Dirrrtty'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SpCqwo1iXOI/AAAAAAAAADc/DUe1DsnJkTo/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FRFNDTjIwODUuSlBH%3F%3D-782605' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4114961466232169965</id><published>2009-08-21T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:52:09.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>How Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So8bUNgZZVI/AAAAAAAAADU/i-j9fEYOt8k/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMDFfbXVzbGltX3ByYXllcl8yLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-724228"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So8bUNgZZVI/AAAAAAAAADU/i-j9fEYOt8k/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMDFfbXVzbGltX3ByYXllcl8yLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-724228" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372542914513167698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;kubasahi sajadah panjangku&lt;br /&gt;dengan air mata ini&lt;br /&gt;kurasakan indahnya hadirMu&lt;br /&gt;di tengah hati yang sepi&lt;p&gt;doaku&lt;br /&gt;inginku&lt;br /&gt;harapku&lt;br /&gt;mimpi-mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;kuserahkan kepadaMu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sedih di jiwa seperti hilang&lt;br /&gt;terbang entah ke mana&lt;br /&gt;inikah satu bintang&lt;br /&gt;yang biarkanku menangis bahagia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nikmatMu&lt;br /&gt;syukurku&lt;br /&gt;cobaanMu&lt;br /&gt;juga syukurku&lt;br /&gt;temani aku di suci bulan ini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aku cinta kepadaMu, Ya Allah....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((God, thanks for this great feeling))&lt;br /&gt;5:08:55 AM&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Aug 22, 2009 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4114961466232169965?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4114961466232169965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4114961466232169965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4114961466232169965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4114961466232169965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-beautiful.html' title='How Beautiful'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So8bUNgZZVI/AAAAAAAAADU/i-j9fEYOt8k/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMDFfbXVzbGltX3ByYXllcl8yLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-724228' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-691414272054265974</id><published>2009-08-21T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:52:50.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Machandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So7qmlEJ9-I/AAAAAAAAADM/Z-aarI_Bg78/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NDAtMjAwOTA4MjItMDEzNy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-754217"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So7qmlEJ9-I/AAAAAAAAADM/Z-aarI_Bg78/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NDAtMjAwOTA4MjItMDEzNy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-754217" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372489354005051362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ah, forgot to introduce the new family.&lt;br /&gt;For our new business (Wonderland), we (I and Lucky) decided to get me a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse I choose to get a macbook pro. I named it Chandler, just because I'm addicted to FRIENDS mucho.&lt;p&gt;I have used a mac before, so it's nothing big. The specs are a lot better from my previous macbook. Overall, hope Machandler can help my works. Thanks wonderland! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-691414272054265974?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/691414272054265974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=691414272054265974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/691414272054265974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/691414272054265974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/machandler.html' title='Machandler'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So7qmlEJ9-I/AAAAAAAAADM/Z-aarI_Bg78/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NDAtMjAwOTA4MjItMDEzNy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-754217' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4140606769405045308</id><published>2009-08-21T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:53:43.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>My Personal Ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So6o9nMFA4I/AAAAAAAAADE/siFYR_zUDS4/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-750738"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So6o9nMFA4I/AAAAAAAAADE/siFYR_zUDS4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-750738" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372417181944710018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;if I ever make a personal advertising of myself, it will be written like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate walking, I drive or cab it, except when I'm shopping. Second, who doesn't like to travel? And what's wrong with short trip to local places? I looove melting butter in my popcorn. I heart ice cream and yoghurt. A new toothbrush. Cold beer and wine. White musk scented lotion at night and Lolita Lempecka in the morning. This girl can cook and dance. I'm skilled wif chopstick and wudn't be bored to eat sushi all the time. I have so much passion. Flowers don't hurt. It's all about sacrifice and compromise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4140606769405045308?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4140606769405045308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4140606769405045308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4140606769405045308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4140606769405045308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-personal-ad.html' title='My Personal Ad'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So6o9nMFA4I/AAAAAAAAADE/siFYR_zUDS4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-750738' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6030437616056889374</id><published>2009-08-20T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:54:16.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little quiz'/><title type='text'>BIG Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So4v3zRbOHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g32mS6M--kk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMTguanBn%3F%3D-751074"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So4v3zRbOHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g32mS6M--kk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMTguanBn%3F%3D-751074" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372284041202186354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. If I were a liquid, I'd be... the river&lt;br /&gt;2. If I were a sin, I'd be... a potty mouth, I happen to love cursing..&lt;br /&gt;3. If I were a stone, I'd be .. diamond&lt;br /&gt;4. If I were a tree, I'd be... a cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;5. If I were a flower, I'd be... orchid , like my name Aranda&lt;br /&gt;6. If I were a weather, I'd be... calm cloud&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were a color, I'd be... turquoise-blue&lt;br /&gt;8. If I were a sound, I'd be... a sound of excitement&lt;br /&gt;9. If I were a lyric, I'd be... "I will try to fix you" coldplay - fix you&lt;br /&gt;10. If I were a scent, I'd be... peppermint&lt;br /&gt;11. If I were a piece of clothing, I'd be... a scarf&lt;br /&gt;12. If I were one of the 4 seasons, I'd be... autumn&lt;p&gt;....it takes two! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peeps, have a blessing day towards the month of Ramadhan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6030437616056889374?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6030437616056889374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6030437616056889374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6030437616056889374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6030437616056889374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-month.html' title='BIG Month'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So4v3zRbOHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g32mS6M--kk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMTguanBn%3F%3D-751074' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-3879927350694666770</id><published>2009-08-20T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:54:50.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain bored'/><title type='text'>Still Yuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So09FYjtWWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/djU2mmSuW1w/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbHVuYXRpYy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797260"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So09FYjtWWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/djU2mmSuW1w/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbHVuYXRpYy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797260" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372017093223733602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I thought I was getting better, but I feel worse. Yuck. Sleep is nice and all, but being awake is much more exciting. There's always something to do, something going on. Even in the middle of the night.&lt;p&gt;This week went pretty quick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hhhhhhh.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~life isn't BurgerKing, you can't always have it your way~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-3879927350694666770?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/3879927350694666770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=3879927350694666770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3879927350694666770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/3879927350694666770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-yuck.html' title='Still Yuck'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/So09FYjtWWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/djU2mmSuW1w/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbHVuYXRpYy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797260' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5384519256415509853</id><published>2009-08-19T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:55:22.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Feeling Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SozpHmBZRyI/AAAAAAAAACs/vaCpZ0umDcg/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxNDQuanBn%3F%3D-702544"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SozpHmBZRyI/AAAAAAAAACs/vaCpZ0umDcg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxNDQuanBn%3F%3D-702544" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371924772220913442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Feeling free is important. Long hours do not equals feeling free. Listening to Jason Mraz, Pink Floyd or the Decemberist makes me feel free.&lt;p&gt;What do you think of when you hear feeling free?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5384519256415509853?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5384519256415509853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5384519256415509853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5384519256415509853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5384519256415509853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-free.html' title='Feeling Free'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SozpHmBZRyI/AAAAAAAAACs/vaCpZ0umDcg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxNDQuanBn%3F%3D-702544' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-8801995916581649291</id><published>2009-08-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:56:18.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Hate Titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Soxiwv0EKgI/AAAAAAAAACk/xn5nFY7e2Tg/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FanVrZWJveC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-706672"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Soxiwv0EKgI/AAAAAAAAACk/xn5nFY7e2Tg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FanVrZWJveC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-706672" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371777045154245122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. What is your fave quotable line from a movie? Never took it seriously, if u never take it seriously u never get hurt, if u never get hurt, u always have fun,,and if u ever get lonely jz go to the record store and visit ur friends. (Almost Famous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is the most famous person you have spoken to? Um, the President of Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is your all time fave cartoon character? all SouthPark characters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your fave section of the supermarket? toiletries, it's always excited to found new products ;) new shampoo, toothpaste, cremes... everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly tired now. Start this morning by visiting my grandma and then work until 10, then continue having wine wif my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how my life is all going to work out, but I'm learning to embrace the uncertain instead of trying to plan, plan, plan. The most interesting is I got this free mini-jukebox-radio and cd player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-8801995916581649291?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/8801995916581649291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=8801995916581649291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8801995916581649291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/8801995916581649291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-titles.html' title='I Hate Titles'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Soxiwv0EKgI/AAAAAAAAACk/xn5nFY7e2Tg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FanVrZWJveC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-706672' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6681861884960939694</id><published>2009-08-18T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:56:50.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>My Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sot-cAmZG1I/AAAAAAAAACc/2GrVeZrTJ54/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9weXNub3cuanBn%3F%3D-756635"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sot-cAmZG1I/AAAAAAAAACc/2GrVeZrTJ54/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9weXNub3cuanBn%3F%3D-756635" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371526000231914322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I always write my name everywhere I can.. try to mention your name over and over again... It sounds funny... &lt;p&gt;Popypopypopypopy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one I wrote on snow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-6681861884960939694?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6681861884960939694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6681861884960939694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6681861884960939694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6681861884960939694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-name.html' title='My Name'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sot-cAmZG1I/AAAAAAAAACc/2GrVeZrTJ54/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9weXNub3cuanBn%3F%3D-756635' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-5921742020382284046</id><published>2009-08-18T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:57:36.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Workin' On It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SorrSR2yKdI/AAAAAAAAACU/jk9twIRjO-Y/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzcuanBn%3F%3D-785653"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SorrSR2yKdI/AAAAAAAAACU/jk9twIRjO-Y/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzcuanBn%3F%3D-785653" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371364204856093138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This year has been a little bit insane, wif all the changes going on in my life. I just feel kinda lost and I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to feel un-lost. I just wish things would be a little more stable at the moment, but there's this-that-this-that! But at a certain point, I'm just gonna say deal wif it and move on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-5921742020382284046?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/5921742020382284046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=5921742020382284046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5921742020382284046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/5921742020382284046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/workin-on-it.html' title='Workin&apos; On It'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SorrSR2yKdI/AAAAAAAAACU/jk9twIRjO-Y/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzcuanBn%3F%3D-785653' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4430332187627056183</id><published>2009-08-18T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:58:03.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><title type='text'>This Guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Soqv254hPjI/AAAAAAAAACM/u5HpO9XJ7Xg/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FR3V5X1NpbGhvdWV0dGUuanBn%3F%3D-771878"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Soqv254hPjI/AAAAAAAAACM/u5HpO9XJ7Xg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FR3V5X1NpbGhvdWV0dGUuanBn%3F%3D-771878" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371298863378415154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I met someone the other day. You know when you meet someone, and you think you like them? And then, the more you talk to them you see parts that you don't like. And sometimes, you end up not liking any parts at all. But this guy is different. I like every part of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4430332187627056183?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4430332187627056183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4430332187627056183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4430332187627056183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4430332187627056183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-guy.html' title='This Guy!'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Soqv254hPjI/AAAAAAAAACM/u5HpO9XJ7Xg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FR3V5X1NpbGhvdWV0dGUuanBn%3F%3D-771878' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-6164540414843100219</id><published>2009-08-18T02:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:58:42.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Want Only This</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sop1FaX-OEI/AAAAAAAAACE/Q8dESBlfmkc/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2ltcGxpY2l0eS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-725691"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sop1FaX-OEI/AAAAAAAAACE/Q8dESBlfmkc/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2ltcGxpY2l0eS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-725691" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371234241432401986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...to take a day off like today, wif my comfy pillow while wearing my sweatshirt and track pants right now. Napping or even sleeping is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...people to be honest and upfront. I'm tired of getting the run around, lied to, exaggerated, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to move on with life and stop hoping for something that isn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...people to respect my decisions about my life and stop playing devil's advocate cause I'm not doing what they want. I can live wif my decisions, its everyone else that seems to have a problem wif mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be able to drive pretty soon. I'm tired asking friends to drive me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to pursue what makes me happy, not what makes someone else happy or what someone else wants for me than I want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to apologize for kissing you. I just wanna know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~dance like no one is dancing. sing like no one is listening. love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on earth~ mark twain&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/3397532516319408816-6164540414843100219?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6164540414843100219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=6164540414843100219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6164540414843100219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/6164540414843100219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-only-this.html' title='I Want Only This'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/Sop1FaX-OEI/AAAAAAAAACE/Q8dESBlfmkc/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2ltcGxpY2l0eS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-725691' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397532516319408816.post-4976196535616742707</id><published>2009-08-18T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:30:15.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Kenapa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SopuXfN6LWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-39rluS2CYM/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaGVsbGVuIGtlbGxlci5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-704307"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SopuXfN6LWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-39rluS2CYM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaGVsbGVuIGtlbGxlci5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-704307" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371226855388622178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kenapa aku tidak mau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa aku tidak bisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mataku bisa melihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telingaku dapat mendengar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulutku sanggup berbicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum sampai seratus ribu hal yang dapat kukerjakan, belum sampai sebelas ribu teman yang kukenal, belum sampai akhir hayat kuberkarya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba, teringat Helen Keller, seorang perempuan hebat yang tuna wicara, tuna netra dan tuna rungu... Dengan segala kekurangannya, she's living her life to the fullest.. 88 tahun, ia hidup tanpa melihat, mendengar dan tanpa berkata-kata. Sebuah buku dan 5 tulisan lainnya ia hasilkan, she got all the attention from the world. Bahkan dia dijuluki keajaiban dunia ke-delapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, dengan segala keterbatasannya kenapa ia bisa? Mengapa kita sering malas? Mengapa kita sering bersedih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not wasting our time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not give up, and live to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya hanyalah satu, tetapi saya satu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak dapat melakukan semuanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi saya masih dpt melakukan sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan karena saya tidak dpt melakukan semuanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak akan menolak sesuatu yang saya dapat lakukan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helen adams keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1880-1968)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i fake it, until i make it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397532516319408816-4976196535616742707?l=goofypopy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/feeds/4976196535616742707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397532516319408816&amp;postID=4976196535616742707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4976196535616742707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397532516319408816/posts/default/4976196535616742707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goofypopy.blogspot.com/2009/08/kenapa.html' title='Kenapa?'/><author><name>popy aranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050908453286988231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/S6SC-EWNPlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o1cLhGPHljs/S220/IMG_0789_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYSX44P7VwM/SopuXfN6LWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-39rluS2CYM/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaGVsbGVuIGtlbGxlci5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-704307' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
